(Hey, haha, my name is projota
in the production, me too)

Focus, strenght and fait "

i Remember well when i choose to do rap
And i go for the way where man evolve

I was tired of what the world offer "by tray"(easy)
And i went after, knew that exist more.

Behind laws, behind the forjed truth
Find my friends and a dream in this journey

If got gave me a pen, i returned poetry
I started to decorate all raps that i listened

and one day, i bought a necklace that had the color of silver
but it wasnt silver, was recycled from can

bought two big T-shirt
and the larger pants that the shop could sell

i feel aliver, it works as an incentive
one more reason to calm down my agressive side

and then, i threw all it away, so
i was grouth enough to see that the rap was inside me

like Daniel San, master miyagi
the karatê that comes from inside my soul, there is anyone who could pay it.

conciouls pupil, i showed dedication
my heart is a junction of Brown, Mv e Elhão(Brazilian Rappers)

im the uncle(here, is commom for kids to refer to older guys as uncle/aunt) from the bars, i run from loneliness
Im a family in the homes, i run from the crowd
Im Zumbi dos Palmares(a leader for slaves who escaped when brazil was a colony), i run from slavery(there isnt such thing here, he means work all day long for low salary, it is commom here)
But my quilombo(where slaves was hiding) is earphone on my ears and "hard" rap

we are Notorius B.I.G, we are 2pac too
a brother who leaves crime, chit who leaves crack

the rap is crazy in your nervous system
from the way i choose, today im proud

so much bullshit arrive, but still hold
if the pen burst, ill bleed to write
by finger for our honor to be hold
because who's afraid of suffer dont deserve the best from life

and it is so easy to cheer my people
used to thnak god for having and bread with egg

they want more, dont konwing how much more exist
i remember well the joy that the smell of a new tennis brings

luck, i dont know if it really exists
here, in the pherifery, i never won a raffle

with sincerity, lucky is escaping from wickedness
some believe in angels, i believe in friendship

Zumbi[dos Palmares] fought so much to reach freedom
Tiradentes(another brazilian culture elemnt) had his body spred by the city
Today the freedom is here, all "freedomed"
and i ask, do we use it in the right way ? NO !

This world is a bag of pretense
they pretend to feed, we pretend to have food
they pretend to educate, we pretend to have education
conclusion, we really are a big amount of assholes

its time to change
my dreams have slept for enought time
now its time to wake up
more concious than when they brainwashed us
open your eyes, from now on it will be different

god makes mens, churchy make faithfuls
school make students, the life and they holes
prison make the sadness
street, pollution
city, deflorestation
the death, acceptance

money makes almost everything
will make almost nothing
silence, wisdom
the sound, party in the home
the fight for an objective opens the door for the journey
humility makes this door dont close

the man makes the war, the man wants peace
the man burry himself, the man dont know anymore
problem makes depression, system makes oppression
and you, go make more than footprint in this ground

brother, you arent a plant, you have choice, knows ?
you can choose if you will do
the simple, the normal, what they already expect from you
or if you gonna surprise, knows ?
surprise them brother, surprise
make more, make more, knows ?
i believe in you.