De Souza, Thiago
July 28, '95, I was brought up in
Brazil, in the hills of São Paulo
My motto just be you, not see-through bravado
And this is what I know, this here is my life
Yeah, this music is my soul, let me show you what it's like
Never stop, always go, act on what is right
Sometimes silence is gold, but there's silence when you die
Don't be shy, yeah just speak up, shout through the realness of art
You do not need much, out with the feelings at heart, apart
The sun'll shine, it'll heat-clear clouds
If it wasn't for art, I wouldn't be here now
Shit, I would've drowned from emotions I keep bottled in
I got enough bottles to fill an ocean with common fish
They stay anonymous, even when you learn their names
Only thing promised is certain change
But you gotta keep the soul the same
Everybody knows the pain
You gotta aim high kid, shoot for the stars
But when you're feeling lost, do not lose who you are
Memories are memories, good or bad, they never fade
I changed a lot from the seventh to eleventh grade
Forever staying in my room on a daily basis
All these fakers' faces cut up lyrically by razor-blading
Maybe some wrist contact, depressed as shit, all black
Clothing, fatass dork promoting bringing hip hop back
The kid's lid's all wack, straight tripping
Back to how he was before with grades slipping
And all of this name switching, voices, brain spinning
This life, death, good or evil, it's the same difference
Blow up this bullshit, spontaneous combustion
I bring them to my planet like it's alien abduction
It's nothing now, I've grown, I've moved past that
It's nu-jazz rap mixed with boom bap tracks
And when i make it to the land up above
I'll be jamming with my gramps on the drums