Médico da Alma (part. Fabio Brazza)

Soul Doctor (feat. Fabio Brazza)

To prove love is a simple gesture
Like coming home early
There are 12 men and only one secret
Maturity is not always hitting the target
Maturity is knowing how to deal with decisions of your mind
Dominating strength or beheading weakness

Turning the anguish of people born imprisoned into poetry
Who didn't accept being mutilated and come with crowds
To not just point out mistakes, fight for solutions
Being reduced to a rat is the drama of a refugee
Elderly left without medication, children in orphanages

Small soul with a big bipolar disorder
If you accept the limit, freedom will come
Who left the window open can't blame the wind
For disorder is the fruit of relaxation
And who remembered to dive into the sea of forgetfulness

Swam against the tide and saw their own burial
Miracle is the good man with a humble heart
His energy arrives before his intention
Years of tears served to water the dream
Here I put words against the fear of the dreadful

My thoughts fly like birds in the sky
I put my inner self on a piece of paper
Arm wrestling in a social maze
Turns you into a rotten man, a dirty man, an evil man
Temporary rap I won't create
The posture is the same and will always remain

Small servant profits
With the small business
King of Nature
Royalty dismisses weakness
You are the size of what you feel
Even if the path changes, the reason of your mind doesn't
And you laugh at us for being different
I'm laughing at you for being the same, a lunatic
Temporary rap I won't create
The posture is the same and will always remain

Not every day will be the day of my life
But every day I open the window to wait for your coming
And every day inspiration blesses me
And the best rhyme I've ever made
Is the one I haven't made yet
I think like this, half of life is created by life
And the other half of authorship is only up to me
And every day life invites me to continue this poetry
And writing is my way of saying yes

No crystal ball or shell game
The future resides in your free will so use it
The gypsy tried to read my palm
But only those who heard my rhymes will be able to read the lines of my soul
Still, there's a part of me that I keep silent

Want to know who I am? Listen to what I don't say
The secret of the poem is not only in the words I intercalate
Notice the silence in each interval
Enjoy every second that life passes in a snap
But don't just go with the flow
Because the artist is not the mirror that reflects the world
But the hammer that helps shape it
And as long as there's a thread of hope in any corner
Mano Fler, Mano Fé, wherever you are, rap is
Our prayer that frees us from the shackles
My only prison I built with 16 bars

Loneliness can be a cell
Or the very key that gets you out
Suffering also brings redemption and paradise
Is also a kind of prison, brother
Don't forget a feather can be a sentence
A shackle or can be dipped in the ink of inspiration
To write freedom in the form of a poem
I think like this

Temporary rap I won't create
The posture is the same and will always remain
Small servant profits
With the small business
King of Nature
Royalty dismisses weakness
You are the size of what you feel
Even if the path changes, the reason of your mind doesn't
You laugh at us for being different
I'm laughing at you for being the same, a lunatic
Temporary rap I won't create
The posture is the same and will always remain