Th-G ★ Until Here

Until Here I feel far from the ending I follow with clarity in my mind Just like a curumim If living is a burden, I run even further I was born like this I feel like I’ve changed and my word has been spoken Don’t try and plot my demise And don’t send the search in Living is a burden So change what is done I’m living the facts in the phrase, all this concept Doesn’t obfuscate my act, When I execute the step I already have plans Changing my life Look at me, how much I’m making moves I’m making moves Look at the world ending Tell me, my nigga, how many lives are just leftovers Tell this to your brother who thinks he’s the most insane Making moves night and day Money without dealing My life keeps changing, my thoughts keep modulating I open my mouth, I feel insane. I shoot you, I don’t even have a gun I’m making moves night and day, in the outskirts of town, the insane kid I shoot you, but I don’t have a gun I shoot you and I don’t have a gun I don’t own a gun, I have my I.Q. I am a rapper, I’m not an MC My voice is to speak of the nefarious evil the world has done to the Guarani This, I swear I just can’t swallow Gold miners that only think of themselves Extractivist industry and livestock taking away the peace of the Macuxi They don’t care about the mangroves They hear trap and say it’s from gangs Flaunt gold and diamonds too These gems belong to the Yanomami I come from the middle of the forest, indeed. Look at my face, the kid from the mangue. Look at me, the kid from the mangue. Look at my face, the kid from the mangue. A kid from the mangue, a boy from the bang An activist from the blood rap battles That when in the moves either kills or dies Put my face forward, my side is yang In my headphones I’m playing Yank My idea is making me more Punk Don’t get flustered, but don’t be conceited In the capital, but you don’t come into to the mangue. Not me. I find the mangue cool. I feel like a timeless dude In the middle of the trees, it’s a fact, in a heat of 40 degrees They still want my demise, but I find that normal I’ll stay with the nature You stay with the capital I feel far from the end No one else is gonna put their hand in the forest if that is up to me I’m running a lot, pure intent The mature minors, I was born like this Don’t put your hand on a young nigga’s skin Don’t put your hand on a young nigga’s skin And don’t send the search in Living is a burden So change what is done I’m living the facts in the phrase, all this concept Doesn’t obfuscate my act When I execute the step I already have plans Changing my life Look at me, how much I’m making moves I’m making moves Look at the world ending Tell me, my nigga, how many lives are just leftovers Tell this to your brother who thinks he’s the most insane Making moves night and day Money without dealing Money without dealing I’m making money without dealing I’m running a lot I’m changing my life without dealing I’m making my moves without dealing I’m changing without dealing My life, it keeps on changing around what I keep on singing What I keep on feeling, what I keep on pouring My presence is my fight My fight is my search All I search for is the fact All I search for is the act Of all I did in my plot All I did in my room With a pen, a paper, a cigarette, an oddment Poetry in its purest form As if I had a bypass I’m running after what I know my focus longs for I don’t want to feel no more anxiety, let alone anguish.