Te Trouxe Rap Mãe

[Xamã]
I brought you rap, mom and a coconut candy on the train
I picked a rose from the flowerbed
And also brought some money
To do some shopping
I saw that you no longer dye your hair
But, when you smile, you still find me
You still enjoy the same program as always
Changed your hairstyle, but always with the same comb
Sorry for disappearing
I was looking for myself
In this lost world
And ended up not finding myself
I'm still not rich, mom
But, I'm trying
I've never been insecure
Not even with you holding me
Until the tears don't flow
It's because the view is already drying, mom!
I saw so many bad things approaching
I remember every breath that healed my wound
Geez, mom, I saw so many wrong things in this life
I had so many clothes, today just a pair of pants
I went out to study Law, came back with rhyme and beat
But you are still my grown-up girl
You used to praise me to all your friends
Everyone always said you were so dear
And the legend in Sepetiba
Says you were still good at fighting!
And today, I'm your grown-up boy
Clown on stage
But alone, kind of depressed
I fake a smile, sometimes returned
Miss watching old movies with you, mom
How many times did a convention turn into Champagne?
Me flying a kite, you would come get me
To take a bath
How many times did you multiply a few loaves?
How many times did I hear no when I asked
To buy a Vans?
Morning feast Coffee, bread and butter
Barbecue in the backyard, Sunday
To the sound of Raça Negra
I Rock in Roll at seventeen, with some skulls on my shirt
You gave me a C&A card

Hey, son, use and abuse!
But I've never been excessive, you know
I've rhymed a universe
And in my verses, it doesn't fit!
Mom, tell me how your heart is!
Is it well loved or being occupied
By a jerk?!
If so, send him to straighten things out
Because I'm skinny and from the favela
And it's hard to endure the beatings
Nonsense, time passes and trips!
And of all the beatings I took from life
Yours was a massage
My backyard full of mango trees
Today, the entire West Zone
I'm working in rap
From Monday to Monday
People who used to waste me, now just hang around
In forty-five seconds and on another Mic, fridge
I have wings and I'll jump, mom
Maybe I'll take off!
Then I'll carry the world on my shoulders
But you already carried me in your arms!

[Xamã and Student]
And how much have I been through with you?!
But unfortunately, it's time to go
So lay on my shoulder and cry
While we celebrate
Sleep now, because it's just wind outside!

And how much have I been through with you?!
But unfortunately, it's time to go
So lay on my shoulder and cry
While we celebrate
Sleep now, because it's just wind outside!

[Student]
Mom, we've already talked about my future
Divided between right and wrong
On the fence
Immature!
It will change, I swear!
But I need your arms
And prayers to stay safe
I know it was always difficult to support the home
The grades didn't match the bills to pay
You skipped lunch and saved for my dinner
Half of your salary on a private course
Remembering the torn sandal, late night
Carrying me in your arms with a tired expression
Fatigued from the journey, but always with great affection
You weren't Chris's father
But worked two jobs
You weren't Chris's father, but you were mine
Despite being small, you made me rise like Zacchaeus
Some uncles disappeared, my father disappeared!
I was suspended for three days, I remember the beating you gave me
But the thing is, your beating was affection
For me to become a man
And not stray from my path
Your wise words should come on parchment
Only a whore and a thief, do their crap alone
But advice, I never listened, bold!
I heard: Be careful, be careful!
To finally hear: Poor thing
I know you didn't raise me to be this sloppy guy
You in church, a struggle, me in the big world, all wrong!
Stinking of sin, as Sant, my buddy, says
Swapped turns to alcohol and I live drunk
I run from reality, sometimes desperate
For growing up and not giving the future
That was expected!
I know I'm not the son you deserve
Sleepless nights, awake
And the excess stress
You wrote my script, but I'm an improviser
And I don't buy you a rose
Because none of them exude love

[Xamã and Student]
And how much have I been through with you?!
But unfortunately, it's time to go
So lay on my shoulder and cry
While we celebrate
Sleep now, because it's just wind outside!

And how much have I been through with you?!
But unfortunately, it's time to go
So lay on my shoulder and cry
While we celebrate
Sleep now, because it's just wind outside!