Delta (part. MC Niel)

```Apologies to the poets, troubadours, and songwriters,
Singers, baritones, contraltos, and artists
Apologies to the intellectual thinkers,
Philosophers, theorists, and creators
I just know that I write, therefore I exist,
Because the word comes to life and makes sense

It gives me that breath, from oxygen to the ear,
Like a vital organ, what I feel and say
Art is an art to free oneself,
To strip away expectations and standards.
To carry, to sway with thought,
To put ideas in continuous motion

My name doesn't matter much, my face is changing
With the passage of time, it wrinkles
I'm not afraid of old age, I fear foolishness,
The senseless void that invades this era
I question what to say, how to approach a subject,
A commitment to the world because singing is my school,
Rhyming is my academy and sometimes my dilemma,
And in that synchronism, it's worth living

Living what is written and writing what is lived,
To be consumed by the text, to undress completely,
To bare the feeling with the most honest sense.
Never surrender, as the first manifesto.
To feel what is said and to feel what is said, to live each writing,
Because not everything is said, to resent, to resignify it
All as a mechanism. First manifesto, to liberate thought.

And so, we seek paths, in time
They are voices, from the air, from a body in a soul
Live what you write, feel what is said.
Music chose me and I chose it, we are happy.
No matter the stage I step on,
Be it in a massive festival, underground with worms,
It's my roots, the ones I don't lose or forget
Making noise is my goal, I am chosen and blessed,
Sorry for biting the forbidden fruit

And if today I live, it's because of what I carry with me from the sound
Faithful to mine and to my principles.
The neighborhood initiated me, tagging buildings,
And a few efforts and sacrifices,
Like staying away from this vice, I am the voice of the anonymous,
Of those who rhyme to lift spirits, humans

More than colleagues, brothers.
Dedicate and do it from the heart, buddy, because of everything else
Time takes care of it, until the opportunity comes,
Do it from the heart, buddy, because of everything else
Time takes care of it, time takes care of it
Living what is written and writing what is lived

To be consumed by the text, to undress completely,
To bare the feeling with the most honest sense.
Never surrender, as the first manifesto.
To feel what is said and to feel what is said, to live each writing,
Because not everything is said, to resent, to resignify it
All as a mechanism. First manifesto, to liberate thought
And so, we seek paths, in time
They are voices, from the air, from the body in a soul```