A História do Alicate

The Story of the Pliers

It's
I think it's now, the door

Creative spirit, if you're listening to me
Be very welcome back

Please talk to me
Because I feel like I need it
Even without knowing the reason

It's like I torture myself
And try to escape
But always wake up in this same phase

What the hell is rap?
What is this thing that drives me crazy
And it's been since I was a kid
Even if I wanted to forget the verse
It still doesn't forget me

It never falls asleep
Even if I say a prayer
It seems like this shit always shows up

In a random and unlikely way
Out of nowhere
In an unimaginable moment

And I keep wondering why
Trying to understand
Should I really do it?
Can I do it?
Can I sustain it?

It's so much torment that I don't even know if I can take it
It's so much questioning, disturbance
I swear I want to pay attention and follow the mission
Learn the lesson and not fall into temptation
Stop talking in vain in almost every occasion

I just want to slow down this whirlwind
And calm my heart
And I think my problem is finding my function

What is my ability?
Where can I really be useful?

I just want to feel that good sensation of contributing

When I gave up on venturing into this
I promised I wouldn't live like this anymore
That this wasn't for me

And I went out to decipher who I saw
Who lives in here will turn 30 years old
And I still haven't figured it out
I've told him to leave

Boy, go have fun, you have to enjoy yourself

But he insists on staying
So if he stays we'll have to evolve

It's time to stop getting angry at others
Always blaming someone
It's time to take responsibility for my actions
And recognize that I was the weak one

And I'm tired of changing
Schools
Neighborhoods
Numbers
Cell phones

I don't want to drift away anymore
I want to accept who I am
And which points I need to refine

Some I can even mention
The first is this compulsion of mine to talk
Blah blah blah, here and there
I can't control it
So I have to try to filter and select the words I express better

Or do things like swimming
Which not only makes me train
But also is a meditation in motion to calm down
If I open my mouth at the wrong time water will come in and I'll drown
So it makes me concentrate
It's a matter of adapting

Changing the tire with the vehicle moving
Because I won't park

The second point is to stop demanding from myself
Judging myself
Worrying
About bad things other people might think

This one is too hard because it involves vanity
Loss of authenticity, self-sabotage

I keep trying to be nice
To be accepted by the brothers
Sometimes I even lose the courage to give my opinion

Sometimes I lie
Sometimes I change my opinion

I can hardly say no
This is still so shitty my situation

I'm trying to practice
Remember
That no one cares that much
So I don't need to impress

And talking about relating
Another difficulty I have is to establish
Continue
Deepen roots
Let the essence in
I usually start like never before
And end up like always

That presence that arrives making an entrance
And then leaves out of nowhere

I complained about his absence my whole life
And did the same as my father

I became a mediocre and strange artist
A shallow ocean
Of broad knowledge
I don't delve into anything
But I scratch everything

And when I get fascinated I can't stop thinking
About a subject
An idea
My brain doesn't stop imagining

Sometimes it makes me consider
Will I go crazy?
I only don't take medication because I'm afraid of getting addicted

And that's another problem of mine

When I fall in love
It's a lot
I want the substance all the time
I fuck up my body
I think that if I light another bomb I'll explode

And I don't want to be killed
Especially by myself
So I'm trying to put an end to it

It's been a few years but I don't forget
I remember the taste and the smell
It even gives me goosebumps

But I pray
And strengthen myself
And use this phrase here like a rosary

If I'm well I don't need it
If I'm bad I don't deserve it

It's the trip, buddy
It was treacherous for me
It was beautiful and turned ugly
It got me good

So contradictorily
Today I take care of my health
Without smoking or drinking
Stuffing my ass with sugar and fast food
But I'll improve that too
Balance isn't walking at zero one day
And a hundred the next
It's always walking in goodness

The problem is that I'm mentally disturbed
And sometimes I doubt what is good and what is bad

I want to be a rebel
Then a federal police officer
Which is which?

Maybe being legal
Is working at a school or hospital

I swear I try to be normal
This Sunday there will be a contest
But, again
I screwed up

I know no one regrets the time they stop to study
But when I'm uninterested
It's hard to assimilate

That's why I decided to go back
To this therapy
The calligraphy
Talking to myself is what relieves
I was drifting away
Demanding
I was on the verge of collapse
Mixing trauma
With the rust of time I don't draw
But the guys encouraged me to do it
They said I really needed to write

And I said yes
Then I even regretted announcing
That I was going to do this

From yesterday to today I didn't sleep
I sent a late message
With insomnia
And the woman said I had gone to have fun

But I was alone
Turning in bed crazy
And there was another funny thing

In the middle of the night
I picked up my phone to take a look
And there was a freestyle from a guy
A guy I bumped into one day, out of nowhere
Cool guy
Worked at the pizzeria
He recognized me and said he also sang
And thought like me
Those encounters of God

So I replied and he called me
And inspiration struck

It's time to start recording my own discords again
In the last eight years
I only rhymed mockery in parodies
But I felt like taking this seriously
Valuing the journey
Recording some cool memories

Will I move my buddies?
Today anything can happen
Including nothing

It's the 13th
I woke up willing
I already washed my face
And told my old lady, lovingly
I'm about to compose some crazy verses, please don't be upset
Because, sincerely, I feel like this is my path

Next my daughter woke up
Talking about the birds singing
It seems like a lie or a joke
But the magic of life is a beauty

I'm sorry for criticizing God before
He is a certainty
He is the fortress
He is the discipline of the humble
He is the simple and ingenious architecture
They are the fluids and the timbres

In fact
While I was writing this
I had a shiver
And a huge desire to shout that I am a free man

(Unfortunately I didn't shout, maybe in a little while
When I look at this text and see that I finished)

For now I have a few more words to vent
Some friends asked some questions and I said I would explain

I'm sorry for taking so long
I was cleaning the carcass and didn't see the decade go by

Firstly: What is the twenty-seven?
That they ask me so much
It's the area code of Espírito Santo
It's the long-distance contact
And coincidentally it's also my veteran number
Lieutenant, combatant, insane
Greetings to all the guys who understand what I'm talking about
They were good years

But, as usual
I left
Because I couldn't take it anymore

And I spent a period in the trip
Surfed other waves
Looked for another shadow
A hug to the gang and to the guys who command in the samba
We enjoyed the pampa

There were so many wanderings
But so many
That even today a lot of people love

But at some point it gets tiring
And again
I started to feel like I was on a tightrope
I couldn't compose anymore
Without exposing myself
Without wanting the heat
Without feeling the love anymore

And all that was left was marijuana
Besides the shame and the stench

And the truth is that maybe
This pain never healed

Anyway, what is the V?
It's the first letter life made me learn

Okay, what is the pliers?
It's a tool
Or a character

Okay, why did you stop battling?
Because I don't want to duel against
I don't want to face trying to win

Okay, why did you stop recording?
Because I was mentally ill
It was so depressing the situation with some companions
That I don't even want my rights
I bought a one-way ticket and went to explore

I spent a few months freezing in Canada
I put my head in place
I returned stronger and went to seek
Other conquests to explore
My hobby is to innovate

Okay, but why don't you try to be an innovative rapper, uncle?
Because, like anywhere, rap has its challenges
And some of these obstacles give me chills

I got emotional, I envisioned
I wanted the fish and the jaguars
To nourish and enjoy the pleasure

But I found hyenas, snakes and vultures
Worms and fleas
Bastards who use, abuse
And suck just to rise and disappear

It was like that analogy of the hero with the overdose
Or that eternal ambulant metamorphosis

I know this sounds nerdy and even ridiculous
But for a moment
I got discouraged and felt the lack of idols

Without reference
So my art became
The paradox of the seller
I have it, but it's over

And I can't explain to the doctor
Only those who will understand the feeling
Are those who have gone through and cried

I saw thieves criticizing thieves
Appropriating without paying a penny
It's worse than prostitution

Competing with friends
Just copying the flow and translating the foreign

Thinking it's beautiful
But it's always oppressing, lying
Talking nonsense
Just wanting style
Pretending it has meaning
But it's empty and pointless
Thinking that money and fame are synonymous with talent and gift

In fact, it's just charlatan populism
Harassing women
Betraying women
Aggressing women
Who then get pregnant, suffer and raise alone
And the guys still want to force, talk about
Loyalty
But behind the farce
They're jerks and only see
Royalty

It's very easy to play tough
Forgetting about the poor black aunt who cleans the floor
Appearing outside
Disappearing from oneself
And I'm also talking about myself
I've already betrayed
I've been part of that
That's why I didn't want to collaborate anymore
I'm not sure if I believe in what I say
Imagine committing to others
And still having to sign
I'm not here to put on a tough posture or think I'm great

It's easy to say you hit hard
You handle a gun
You do twenty bars

It's hard to build respect in the areas
Hang out in the hood with the guys
Do a cool social project for the kids

It's great to see the so desired prosperity
But it's sad to see the mind limited to brand clothes
Citing books you don't read
Making the listener think they're less intelligent, happy, than you
Saying you live like a boss
With your Nike shops
Drinking white horse
Smoking firefox
Watching strike force

Playing betting, cool
It's just that all this shit bores me
It's a disservice to high school kids
Who get deluded by that
The reasoning the size of a nipple
Wanting to become the next stock market investor

The guys don't understand the weight of forming an opinion
Knowing that their rhymes influence a multitude
Everyone does what they want with the influence
But the world demands awareness
So think about the consequences
Think about your opportunity to do something good in this community
Represent the city
Vibrate the soul of Brasília
Money is less important than the legacy or the family itself
I want to raise my daughter setting an example
Within a harmonious home
Preserving the temple
Pavilhando along with the geography of the colony
Driving from the cerrado to Patagonia
With faith in Christ and grease on the heels
Knowing that luck accompanies us
But without relying solely on it
Progress comes from struggle
Wisdom is not passed down
You'll have to prove your behavior
Living is not reportable
Photos and rhymes are just fragments of this indomitable destiny
That has taken me on so many adventures
Yesterday I tried acupuncture for the first time
Loved it
Greetings to the friends from school
From the block
From the trips
From the companies I worked for
From the projects I participated in
Greetings to the ladies I dated
Sorry if I failed at any moment
Got desperate
Distanced myself
I've already said I'm a bum
Jumping from branch to branch like a gypsy orangutan
But not deceiving or cheating
Not scamming
Not being a jerk
I send straight talk
And move on to the next plan
Always vibrating and working
In these years I sold shirts, caps
Did freight work, waiter, security, intern, monitor
Administrative assistant
I was a cop, app driver
Today I'm a driving school teacher
And it's been interesting
Helping people get their license is very helpful
Having adrenaline all the time
Greetings to my students
A thousand advice, songs, gossip
Don't forget to go slowly
The motto is peace in traffic, you motherfuckers
If you need to pull over
Stick with your brother
I'm at the same address as you
You know very well
Right at the end of w3
Sometimes taking a walk in Planaltina or Taguatinga
With the charm and the foreign swing
Together with the kids
Without toxins
They teach me to be a pacifying public servant
Verse maker
Almost like a labrador
With a certain gallantry
But also with those old jokes in the circle
Making jokes in every line
Living a lot like a Joe
Better than trying to reign and act like a fool or pretending
Those big guys who never mature and never changed
There are people who prefer the window
I prefer the corridor
And my wrong past inspired me
Knocked me down a few times but we got up
With a winning vibe
That woke up
Instead of continuing to blame myself, justify myself
I just transformed
Today I'm proud of the crazy beauty
Without malice
Only in skill
Dealing with the wolf, the dog and the sheep
It's us with the pen
On a Friday
Without wanting I made a shelf
An unplanned piece of furniture
That had been stuck for many years
And what will be the next step?
Honestly, I don't know
I don't know why I wrote
Much less why I posted
I'm not thinking about reaping any fruit from this business
If I want to buy a motorcycle I'll bend over backwards, make a consortium
I'm not envisioning a future for this product
I'm even too lazy to go to the studio
Because if it's just to get high, I think it's futile
And if it's to professionalize, it's too much study
I don't even want to learn all that
My plug-in is my dirty skull
And if someone wants to take this and
Sing over a beat, or an acoustic
I won't even get mad
It's good that you edit
Post on Spotify
And maybe even make a profit
And show it to the world
Who knows in a hundred years someone will connect
Maybe it will even be me reincarnated in my lazy great-grandson