Homens Não Choram Pt.2

A few years ago I said
That men don't cry, son
Because the father comes from a place where men love trouble
I used to say
That the world didn't understand us
But we were the ones who didn't understand
The world we lived in

Because we are the world
The world set us apart
As
If we are part
Of the world
We make art
From the bottom

Son life is tough, but it's all good
When I said that men don't cry
I meant that men don't cry for no reason

I was humiliated
Beaten at the police station
Even if I'm not a victim
A victim is someone who is aborted
A victim is someone who is condemned
Imprisoned
For things they didn't do

We make a lot of money to seek pity
Slaves don't live like kings

And I don't want you to feel weak if you cry
But I want you to understand that crying doesn't change actions
Crying doesn't pay bills
Crying doesn't change anything
But if it eases your soul
Cry alone and move on

I don't know
I still don't know how to cry
I tried
But still don't know how to cry

A lot has changed
Since the last letter I wrote to you

Dad succeeded at work
But lost in personal life
I won over 30 awards
Today they even call me a genius
But I lost friends who seemed like I knew them for ages

We made money but were robbed
We lost, Uncle Masta lost his mother and he will never be the same
We canceled some contracts
But kept on the same path
We made Son of the Streets 2
Our first sale on our own

Without sponsorships
Only with the strength of Jesus
With our money
Even if I pay for your sneakers
I pay for water and electricity alone

I don't know
I still don't know how to cry
I tried
But still don't know how to cry