Origami (feat. Gson)

Water on my body, but it doesn't wash, can't you see the smile on my face
Inside I have the sea and I have the Sahara, I'm going to learn to accept
The way I have to show you
The part of me that still remains clear
I was trying to be a rare kind
That desire turned out expensive
That summer cloud dances with the Sun and celebrates over the jungle
And beautifies the moment when it is allowed to be part of the sky

Meanwhile
Sitting looking at the stars
Because we don't like to exist as if the obvious were enough
My arrogance in wanting to interpret stars when I'm not even a good understander of my own space
In my colloquy phrases for karma to chew on
Still lines that complement the cardiovascular tissue
The blood pumps
Through places I don't show
Hypochondriac or inhospitable heart
Makes me be what I don't like
August, 16, it's 6:50

While I paint the big picture you were complaining to me
Because I didn't give you simple photos
You had the Sun's light at your service
All your skin deep
Baby I gave you photosynthesis
I stopped focusing on the symbols
Of this poorly written diary that has been the best interpreter of my colors

I learned that if a goal
Is a passage to another goal
Then I don't want you to find yourself
I want you to search for yourself
Lost somewhere without marble convictions
Because we are made of uncertainties and flesh
So the only thing I know about being is that I am not
I am constantly becoming
And that's a fact
Written in charcoal pencil
And the stone you want to be carved
Is raw diamond or is it your tombstone
Eloquence, madness or belief?
The prayers of my haste
Make me God without D and without S

Let me try to be explicit
Takeover was so epic it wasn't even the hardest
Young hova who thought this was where I would come at the beginning
Skinny kid with my headphones on break was listening to limp bizkit
Funny now, I sketch a smile
Who bet against us
Is no longer in the mood to laugh about it
With a sheet of paper we change the world
That was ridiculous
We folded until creased now look around you
That's the exercise
The sky's the limit
Jota only provides service

I miss a land I've never lived in
Where I was born half of what I am is recognized
Trying to feel like I belong the dream was born now I can
See the promised land, I close my eyes, see so clearly

Afro fado my spirit
In my veins is the chemical
My land is checkerboard color
My gray shines so vividly
Mix the color again
Mixture echoes in Olympus and you
See what your children did
With what they were given, everything is so cyclical
I'm looking at dust now seeing mythical
With the shirt I wear
Inevitable isn't mystical
It's just what you haven't seen yet

I want to teach my son that in the past the color of his skin
Was like a label
That's already in a land after racism

Promised
My land
Our land
A slice
And one day you'll see it too
In the family where I grew up
Plays fado and plays bossa
Skin color or hair color
Tiny thing doesn't matter