Sendo Assim

There's a silence that still deafens me
An uncertainty in belonging, or am I a guest to you?
Everything is upside down and the world is having fun, it's a disappointment
As if there was never anyone to see the verse and hear the color
Listen to this love and this pain giving in
I'm not threatening, my flavor is knowing
What I do is not basic, I give my all for a classic
It's not easy, every sentence, every stroke in my A5
Marvila is life, it's the vineyard I bottle
I'm in my own world and I never follow the same line, I paragraph
I'm thirsty in my head and my head in my finger
But when I dream I'm afraid it will fall asleep on the net
There's sweat in every pore, I organize what I memorize
Indecisive that I slip and that's why I take so long
I do something I love and ignore the bad pleasure
I don't want to be the best, I improve to make myself
I never had an ambition with the illusion of belonging
Because having a profession is not a mission, it's a consequence
I don't give in to influence and in bankruptcy I will say
That I don't need a sale, I'm not the goddess of the law
My book is exclusive and universal
I was compulsive in cursive and didn't die a vassal
With the Sony Digital I gained the notion of the lens
To one day be immortal like the brave nation
Fluent vision and it's when the mind enlightens me
To keep moving forward and never go back up
The secret to the (exit) is not to climb altitudes
It's when I point out the im (porta) nt, it's when I name virtues
Glory resides where I belong and appreciation decorates
And I'm stuck with this weight that anchors me
The sound left me unemployed, the zone supported me
Probe those who aspire, no one dreams of being a butler
For radical kids, nothing is cool if it's old
But I won't be another architect without a home
I don't go for the easy way and what uncertainty brings
One day is a long time when there's a maybe behind

Being like that, the scene goes on without pressure
Feeling the sound without thinking about acceptance
It's the trajectory of other stars from other generations
I tell stories where the weak have prayers
Being like that, the scene goes on without pressure
Feeling the sound without thinking about acceptance
I wanted juice, wanted students with information
There are no dummies, just schools without memories

If art is altruistic, it's not what I saw at the top
Because the throne is selfish, nothing philanthropic
I launched myself and never backed down as soon as I got double
I'm grateful for the ride, I zigzag the globe
And keep notes of polyglot routes
In hotels, only the sheet changes, see the sun and come back
Why make an album if it lasts for months
Sometimes I feel like we're still stuck in the frame
In the pure era, with everyone broke
When the vibe was insecure, I'm from that time
Without deadlines, without prices
Without packs, without interests
The beginning principle still remains intact
In my craft, what's hard is to keep quiet
Now there's too much coincidence to be coincidental
It was all an accident, and there's no explanation
Back when they were just demos, rappers were authors
Singers were poets and poets were painters
I knew what courage was when light was a glimmer
I know there's a mirage in the modesty industry
I come from the art of serious rhyme, when the atmosphere was intense
A beautiful era when no one laughed extensively
And nowadays, there's no wisdom, no sense, no sensibility
And most are a circus entertainment
I listen to veteran guys and how many do you feel
In the life of a thousand and one Romans without remnants
Who still rhyme and do consistent work
And never wait for you to support them one day
I saw divine dreams
I saw a thousand disappointments that bring many endings
Harassment doesn't sway me and in calmness I don't even respond
To a warehouse that hides discounted souls
I prefer to take unusual trips in my five-seater car
I go far, not fixated on seeing clicks and thumbs
And I just say thank you, for living happily
For having a life like this, and not like this squared

Being like that, the scene goes on without pressure
Feeling the sound without thinking about acceptance
It's the trajectory of other stars from other generations
I tell stories where the weak have prayers
Being like that, the scene goes on without pressure
Feeling the sound without thinking about acceptance
I wanted juice, wanted students with information
There are no dummies, just schools without memories