Where are the trees of good fruit?

Preacher Luo, Apocalypse 16
Two decades in Hip-Hop
I was dead, but I know that today I live
Take my fruit, taste it

I know who I am
I know where I'm going
I know where I came from
And I know who put me here
Jesus is the gardener and we are the trees
At the sound of his voice, my soul blossoms
Fruits are born, flowers grow
He entered my house, he entered my life
He took care of every leaf, took care of every branch
He made a beautiful canopy germinate in dry land
I am the seed that did not dry up in the sun
I am the seed that the bird did not devour
I am the seed that the thorn did not suffocate
I am the tree of good fruits and it was God who
Planted me

A tree that produces nothing becomes firewood
It only serves to burn and turns into ashes in the fire
Purify the climate, produce good fruits
Purify the climate, produce good fruits

I will do everything that the word tells me
Because no axe will cut my roots
I will do everything that the word tells me
Because no axe will cut my roots

I send a salute to the GF's who wish me well
The warriors of the future who fear no one
I know there are many
I know they're on various missions
They multiply daily and already number in the millions
They are in various, neighborhoods, slums, states
And it's always a pleasure to revisit them
Some are sprouting
Others are already producing
Some are tired, their leaves are falling
No problem, leave it here with us, boss
I just ask that you bless this new generation
Wherever I go, I sing love
Wherever I arrive, I bring peace
That's why I have the affection of the children
And I also have the respect of the parents
My lyrics are medicinal plants
Without side effects
Without multinational patents
They cure addicts and prevent abortions
They relieve fatigue
They put smiles on faces

A tree that produces nothing becomes firewood
It only serves to burn and turns into ashes in the fire
Purify the climate, produce good fruits
Purify the climate, produce good fruits

I will do everything that the word tells me
Because no axe will cut my roots
I will do everything that the word tells me
Because no axe will cut my roots

Look at the Amazon
There are a lot of trees there
There are several in Minas that are firm and do not fall
In Bahia only brave, strong trunks and roots
In DF, the orchards are green and virile
Hey Rio, who saw you, the forest climbs the hill
And descends the other side
It breaks the concrete and sprouts even on asphalt
There are so many rare plants, they even come out of the beach sand
Pernambuco also has a lot
Sweet fruits in Goiás
Santa Catarina is only sweet fruit
São Paulo, São Paulo, São Paulo

A tree that produces nothing becomes firewood
It only serves to burn and turns into ashes in the fire
Purify the climate, produce good fruits
Purify the climate, produce good fruits

I will do everything that the word tells me
Because no axe will cut my roots
I will do everything that the word tells me
Because no axe will cut my roots

This is a song dedicated to all the seeds
That fell on dry land
That faced thorns
That faced the sun
That faced ominous birds
But they won and became great trees
Where are the trees of good fruit?

Jesus is the gardener and we are the trees
We are, we are us
We are, we are, we are us

Jesus is the gardener and we are the trees
We are, we are us
We are, we are, we are us

Jesus is the gardener
Jesus is the gardener

A tree that produces nothing becomes firewood
It only serves to burn and turns into ashes in the fire
Purify the climate, produce good fruits
Purify the climate, produce good fruits

I will do everything that the word tells me
Because no axe will cut my roots
I will do everything that the word tells me
Because no axe will cut my roots

No axe will cut my roots
No axe will cut my roots
No axe will cut my roots
No axe will cut my roots
No axe will cut my roots
No axe will cut my roots
No axe will cut my roots
Because no axe will cut my roots

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