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Verse 1:

Last night I wrote a poem
Wrote about imperfection
Ask me about my home
I quickly vexed down the question
I'm strictly down for myself and
Selfishness' not the answer
Tarnished bilingual fuck
A stained blade leaves a message
My flesh is ugly, pretty, petty, pen transcribes dirty tears
I'm queer amongst all my peers
I fear what others don't fear
I'm strong, I'm weak, I'm alive
But I don't live, I survive
Ain't no esqueme I just write
About my wrongs and my rights
Last night I wrote a poem
Wrote about my routine
Smoke and drink with my team
Its underage till the end
Sit myself on the same desk
Depressed, bro my grades suck
More classes but know less
Success is my goal, guts
Kalikop ready, heavy, steady
Swear it's classic
Nasty dissin, ain't releasin till
2k be askin
Signed a deal, something little, sign of something big
Maybe, maybe I was destined

Hook:
No coração, talvez, ou diga antes:
Uma ferida rasgada de navalha
Por onde vai a vida, tão mal gasta
Na total consciência nos retalha
O desejar, o querer, o não bastar
Enganada procura da razão
Que o acaso de sermos justifique
Eis o que dói, talvez no coração

Verse 2
Last night I wrote a poem
Wrote about my country
Beauty sculpture of mine
But poverty is constant
Portrayed poetry
Our nation is humongous
European champions (yeah)
Greatness is all among us (yah)
It's a fucked contrast
But this reality here
Minimum wage ain't enough
Specially raisin a kid
Freedom a shirtless endurance
And winter too cold to bear
I'm queer amongst all my peers
I fear what others don'tn fear
Last night I wrote a poem
Wrote about my mission
I spit a vivid description
To everyone who listens
Ruination of spirit
The regression of time
Back with aggression
I got pac and biggie in mind
Last night I wrote a poem
Wrote about my perspective
This a botchy society
Kept the strenght resurrected
Sign a deal, something little, sign something big
Maybe I was fucking destined

Hook:
No coração, talvez, ou diga antes:
Uma ferida rasgada de navalha
Por onde vai a vida, tão mal gasta
Na total consciência nos retalha
O desejar, o querer, o não bastar
Enganada procura da razão
Que o acaso de sermos justifique
Eis o que dói, talvez no coração

Outro:
O desejar, o querer, o não bastar
Enganada procura da razão
Que o acaso de sermos justifique
Eis o que dói, talvez no coração