Sure, yeah
I could have been a line singer
What I want to tell you
Is that I could have been a famous singer
Very famous
But there were people who did everything possible to prevent me from singing
The audience!
Because you were infamous
Have you heard me sing?
No
Then why do you say I was infamous?
Because I wasn't famous

It's the moment
Do it today or you'll never do it
To believe you have to see it
Analyze the memories
Who was there and who left
Nothing more, I didn't look back
It's bad to look back
I knew that yesterday, it's impossible to go back
And whatever happens, I stick with the ink and paper
Singing hip-hop, my creed
I sing for me, not for you
If you like it, you can listen to me
I only do it to vent
I know I'm unbearable, not very friendly is what they say
Wounds leave scars
Unhappy occasions that make me hit rock bottom
And I answer "I will never abandon you"
This is love for art

When I'm left in the middle of nowhere
You are the only thing that accompanies me
That's why I write without being a poet
And I sing without being a musician

I've always kept in mind where I come from and where I'm going
Today, I know where I am thanks to the talent God gave me
To write a song without being a composer
Maybe nobody supported me and it just showed
If you do it from the heart, you have your reward
And even if only I listen, I will continue doing my hip-hop
Many say I'm a faucet
But nobody takes the time to know how I am
They criticize what I write, that it makes no sense
But as long as I'm alive, I'll keep going with my music
I'll keep going with my music

(Doesn't it embarrass you to discuss these topics in front of children?)
So turn up the sound (no, why should I be embarrassed?)

Maybe many don't like my way of thinking
Because most of the time I just think about singing
About writing a lyric
Well, what can I do if my life is rap (rap)

When I'm left in the middle of nowhere
You are the only thing that accompanies me
That's why I write without being a poet
And I sing without being a musician

How quickly the years and days pass
I still remember writing my first rhymes
Listen, buddies, I've got some lines here
They're not cocaine, they're the ones consumed with tracks
Few are really the ones who want to listen to you
There are more who criticize you and start to mock
My family saying better get to work
Wake up, get off the cloud and stop dreaming
Those words and arrogance is what makes me strive
Like a silent mute who does it by showing
That's when their envy and impotence become noticeable
Because these crazy marijuana smokers, they don't stop singing

How many times I needed you, without knowing I already caught you
I didn't know how or when but I already achieved it
To fall in love with what I found
A place to vent without bothering me
("Kid, stop those immature things")
If it were up to me I would already have a fortune
("You don't do anything, you're just wasting time)
Boss, I'm just writing
What happened to me last night, when a car approaches me
Says "pull over, bastard" (where, bastard?)
And he opens the door (get in, son of your fucking mother, bastard)
He told me to get in, that there was no other way
Oh, and that I shouldn't be on the street
So I took the pen, a rooster and went to the moon
And now I spend my time glued to the music
How do I tell you if for me, you are unique
The one I trust if death is sudden

When I'm left in the middle of nowhere
You are the only thing that accompanies me
That's why I write without being a poet
And I sing without being a musician
When I'm left in the middle of nowhere
You are the only thing that accompanies me
That's why I write without being a poet
And I sing without being a musician

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