Eu (feat. Srta. Paola)

I need to talk seriously now
Seriously, let's go
And it's more about me than about who's out there
For years I've been postponing this conversation
It's not just small talk
It's about someone who, even without knowing where it starts
From the start says: Don't be a coward

It's cliché but it's never too late
A good part of my career I had
Fear of being myself and being not enough for rap
What I offer, insecure with my rhymes
Once I was ridiculed and that buried my self-esteem
From the style to the voice, everything was bad
I wanted to be others, but I was never anyone but myself
My fight was with the mirror
I didn't accept what was there

In fact, I thought the future I projected was too good
Too big for the packaging I was in
And shyness as a balaclava
Gift, I loved writing but hated hearing my own sound
Like fragmented
Waiting to be recognized but I didn't even know who I was
Dani knows about my crises, I don't talk about the record
Still, she embraced the risk

I admire the way she acts, since she is herself
Something that until then I didn't have the courage
Sinister, so who was in the lines if these rhymes
These records these ideas are mine
But composing was just exposing myself in vain
All this time waiting for people's approval, man
I never had depression, I don't joke about it
This disease is serious, be firm about it
But me versus me was ridiculous
I believed in my talent but doubted myself as a vehicle
Even the swearing thing that whether I wanted it or not
I must have had an unconscious fear of rejection
Damn, I almost crashed the ship but the rap that
I love was never big, it was always key
Freedom, not pleasing, not chance and not delay
The wave that doesn't just hit the shallow
No gift for Shakespeare
Brought the real as a stop even if
Even the fans still prefer a character
Behind Canaan like a Hebrew
I broke the fourth wall on the other side it was me
Seeing that this saga includes
I wanted to be someone else but the fact is: I never was
Only I stepped my steps, only I cried my tears hoping
Without face, without chorus

And if I lived the bomb then the explosion is mine
I clung to it as if I had four arms like Goro
No bad omen, just mine now
A universe in here and the planet out there
We adapt, not in my scenario
This is my Kafka metamorphosis
But the other way around
I wanted so much to be someone that anyone was
Worth it, but it was already me, even not recognizing
It seems confusing, now imagine all this conflict
In my mind and only me and God knowing

For many years I thought I wouldn't be enough
That everything that made me be me
My differential, wouldn't add anything to people
From then on I tried to be everything but me
I ran so much from myself
But so much that I only stopped
When I bumped into an empty shell
And I noticed that inside there was exactly
Every desire of mine, every memory
I saw that the shell was strong enough
To withstand the storms
That I sometimes tend to cross
Even space for my frustrations was there, I decided to enter
I am the only person I could be

How many people are afraid of being themselves and only
How many people are afraid of being themselves and only
How many people are afraid of being themselves and only
How many people are