Comida

[Slow J]
I'm so far from pure truth. Hard
Looking for sanity on the other side of madness
The monk says the truth heals. Swears
But no matter how much I smile, rain always comes back

And I become human again and where does he go back to?
If you're not rich, not poor, not black, not white
What's the jersey, brother? Just isolates me, brother
They're putting labels on me, drawers just nonsense
To see if my sole sticks

This is from sunrise to sunset
My path belongs to me
This is for everyone and I repeat everyone

Nothing unites us, nothing separates us, trapped, I think
Insane theory in which I live, clinically tense

I'm ready to have a serious conversation
And if I'm making a misstep on the terrace of the building
Give me the raw and crystal clear truth
Give me your perspective, the key
I was born with one eye closed

This is not food, brother, but I hope it feeds you
The hunger of this soul, sharpens my thinking
Abrupt voice of calm, never sleeps, never lies
The past doesn't feed my present, I stop time

I rarely stay overnight at home, mom feels the absence
My kids at the café already say I forgot about the guys
I think I felt longing until a certain age
But by the seventh change the feeling
Is clearly blocked by the head, I was quieter

Numb kid, my dad is informed
He came home every day, 10 years tired
20 years, 30 years, I never heard him complain

And I saw so little, 18 years of others' faith
If God ever heard me
He didn't blame me for the bitter crazies
I've been so manipulated that nowadays
I never know if I'm guilty, so I never stop

I've always been different, I didn't choose to prove it
I rarely lie to people who heard me on the radio
Exactly the same, that lies to me the wise one
The same one that lies to me in the mirror, my lip is so dubious

I'd give anything for Hemingway's phrases
And for talking to myself, honestly as I know
I might one day become, I believe
I'm my worst enemy, what I can't do is
Accept my flaws, see the human being
Think about the stairs, step by step, how much time do I have?

They call me a hypocrite
Proclaimer of calm incognito to myself
I avoid living sober, I avoid seeing that I have them
I deny being ignorant, I deny being blessed
I deny limits, don't imitate me, you'll end up hurt
I deny doctors and hours of sleep advised by science, boy

My day has more than 24 hours
The room, the birth, giving you a home, taking you away
I live lives between lines, J the incarnate

I thought this was really real rap from Tibet
Go tell the Dalai Lama
That today I'm enlightening the track, nigga

Peace to every human being seeking peace
I'm looking for mine and it's sorely missed
Today I'm having one of those days when it's complicated
I thought about rolling mine and leaving you a message

Are you from rhyme or song, are you black or white
Which drawer are you going to, focus on the important
If I live irrelevant
Take from here that I saw life at every moment

In every note of the piano
In every Nach'ian phrase I memorized
Every beat from Dr. Dre, every Kid Cudi
Every track from K. Dot, rap of trying

If it wasn't for legendary, what was it for?
Before pointing a gun, point in your notebook your why
If it doesn't end with the fam' in Saint-Tropez
Who knows on Sundays we attack the buffet

And get old, be warm inside, slow smiling, proudly, like old folks in the present
Who only meet rarely and that scares me
And many other things equally

Because I don't make sounds, I'll never dare to be so eloquent
I just pray for different music
I've never been greedy, just wanted more than a friend
Do to Rui Veloso what Ronaldo did to Figo
Hunger to be colossal circulated and stuck
To the one who just wanted to be happy, even without shelter
I must be an ancient being
To resemble me, you must resemble yourself only
I must be an ancient being
To resemble me, you must resemble yourself only

I turn on the mic, break the bread, 80 bars for tasting
No one grabs me without vocation
This is from the heart
Designs from the inside
Nigga, I do this for love, not for flattery

Iconic is the idleness of men who scorn
The logic of the mob for imagination
If the topic is a top and the topics in the tropics
You're funny and have a rating

Am I a man or a mutation
I'm great, the death of perfection
I don't confine myself to that box, I am liberation
I'm not hot, I just show off my slowness

Give me a gift and feel the pulse
'Mo mano withstands all pressure
Forged in steel
On my arm I have traces of someone who never makes peace with that stagnation
Today I learn one more lesson
This isn't damn, just a demonstration

This is how I fill tracks like pockets, mom
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