Pra Não Dizer Que Não Falei do Ódio

Not to say I didn't talk about hate
I say this is not good for me
So I excluded what my soul contains
I still disgust, feel pity and anger at someone
But I know that my way, my evil, my defect
Make someone feel it for me too

I grew up without a mother, nobody can take the place
I closed my chest and spent seven years without crying
When I cried, it was for my soul to wash
So I locked myself, shut up, surrendered
And I cried for seven hours straight
Today I just want to smile
My armored heart limits the words that can reach
So tell me asshole, attack who fights for you
My soul sprays the knife of anyone who tries to hurt me

What if?, says Rashid, I say: And only
We know what our heart says is better
Everyone hears God's voice in a way
So if you want to change me so I can do it right
Do you, since you're so perfect
I see that discipline is lacking, yesh
Can let the naughty life teaches
I collect partners on the walk
Enemies I don't collect, I don't relate, I don't get emotional
I feel nothing for them

I say thank you to lord
For being who I am
For meeting who I met
For loving those who loved me
For living what I lived
And yes, thank you, lord
For having more people by my side than against me

No one paid my bills
No one wiped my tears
No one lived my life
No one wrote my pages
God gave us mouth yes, to eat, to talk
But he didn't give just the mouth, the shit comes out of another place
My feeling grows, creates wings, wants to fly
Then I write rap for someone to listen
It pleases some, naturally others will loathe
But I do it for myself, wrong is if I change to please you

Not to say I didn't talk about hate
I say: Why talk?
Talk about the devil
It's like an invitation for him to come in
I've seen spirits even though no one believes me
And my guess
It is that among the living there is much more evil
That's why I need you to avoid

Too much politics
Promises of a better world
Barely teaches writing, saying it's enough
Knowing multiplication table
Limits the young
No way for the boy to become a doctor
But it was enough for him to go to the street
In rat fever indeed causing trouble
A brother dies in a shooting in the backstreet
It makes me think more about it, and forget about the trivial things
Crazy world that takes my homies
They fade over the years
Where did we come from, where are we going
We all sin, why do we judge ourselves
Then?

I just really want to have a good time with my friends
To see that in our lives
We need to look for more than money
Maybe one day we will learn to value more
For what brings us peace
And less value for income
Go to your farm
With their cattle heads
In your silver Mercedes
With your model on the side
Jump in the pool with your girl, my friend
Now wake up it's time to get off your crowded bus
Boys virgin of suffering in life will fart
When things get rough

Leaves fell, times passed
Many lied, many made mistakes
Many more ran after the prejudice
Dedicated, then went over and hit
More building will be built, I learned from my father who is a bricklayer
And I played with the shovel, with cement spoon
In the clay watching the warrior
I carried brick just for fun
Or to see the look of pride of that black man coming from Piauí
Building here much more than rubble

Strength and courage for my blood and street family
From the light of the lamp and also from the moonlight
For those who identify, show to friends
And can you say this is yours, okay?
I've had too much hate, today I just seek love

So much peace, so much love! Bye!