Depoimento De Um Viciado

It's two in the morning and I'm in pants and a shirt
The cold weather, rain falls from the sky
I'm alone, partner, and it's tough
No one cares about my fate
Reaching the point I've reached is lamentable
Unbelievable physical state, I feel a crisis
I feel convulsions, my state is very sad, good blood
Thirty kilos lighter, keep watching
The result is pure essence of poison
Addiction takes away the calm, the paranoia speeds me up
The demon steals the soul, hell kidnaps me
Where is the light coming from the sky?
Where is Jesus to judge one more defendant?
I constantly feel like dying
The lack of control of my mind makes me impatient and it's tough
I walk out like a madman on the street
The only homie is the gun at my waist
I would rather be talking about love
Talking about children and not about my pain
But I am the mirror of the agony of a man
Without identity, character, without name
Without Mercedes, Audi, or Mitsubishi
Consumer of the plague of the apocalypse
So young, without hope of life
So young and already suicidal
It's two in the morning and it's raining
The nightmare still continues

A cold day
A good place to read a book
And my thoughts are on you
I can't live without you (testimony of an addict)

A cold day
A good place to read a book
And my thoughts are on you
I can't live without you (testimony of an addict)

I started out curiously
A marijuana cigarette wasn't a drug
It was what everyone told me
I tried it, I couldn't believe it myself
First time, a different sensation
Second time, a great high, illusion
Dream world, I feel lighter
Meanwhile, my neurons boil
I felt hungry, felt the whole trip
I watched the landscapes from afar
The smoke made me crazier and crazier
Without realizing, I was already the demon itself
Next step, cocaine came
I lived with my mother, I remember my girl Felícia
She sniffed with me non-stop
Two crazy people 24 hours in the air
I stopped studying, lost my job
I gained the world and a huge disillusionment
I lost my own mother, what a trauma!
She died of grief because of me
Even then I couldn't stop, damn!
Only death can set me free
I stole to survive, or rather,
To maintain the addiction and not die, how sad!
Suicide, the process was slow
I was never a star, I was never successful
Contaminated, HIV positive
What's the difference between the enemy and the danger?
So, it's two in the morning and it's raining
The nightmare still continues
Continue thief, the nightmare still continues

A cold day
A good place to read a book
And my thoughts are on you
I can't live without you (testimony of an addict)

A cold day
A good place to read a book
And my thoughts are on you
I can't live without you (testimony of an addict)

Friend, there, I said this word
Sorry, it was a mistake, it's nothing
I never had a friend in this shit
Just losses from end to end
But who will care, I'm just one more
AIDS-infected addict, unfortunately common
One more among a thousand or a million, thief
Slave of this sad detention
I'm not Rafael or Vera Fischer
My story, partner, is sadder
I never swallowed a hairbrush
But I've killed for crack and money
Damn, hell calls me
Who knows, there I can achieve fame or drama
Or the eternal fire mud
Condemned to the darkness of hell
Today, I'm crazy with intense courage
With the iron in favor of crack
I don't know if the cunning is a miniseries or a story
But I know that the career, partner, is without glory
I'll try not to kill anyone else
Enough of being a hostage, I need good
I'll give my life to God
I'll believe in the words of the Bible
Repentant of all sins
Having managed to escape from the devil
I hope my story serves as an example
For those who are starting, partner, like I did
Stay away from drugs while you can
So you don't taste the poison I tasted
It's tough, good blood, take my word for it
Everything in this life has an end
It's two in the morning, it's raining
I'll pray for my soul and for yours
It's dawn, it's raining
I'll pray for my soul and for yours

A cold day
A good place to read a book
And my thoughts are on you
I can't live without you (testimony of an addict)

A cold day
A good place to read a book
And my thoughts are on you
I can't live without you (testimony of an addict)