Fantasmas tem medo do escuro

I left without showing off at the Louvre
God save me
You’re crazy, man
I miss it
When I was alive, I took
Hits from a bunch of soldiers
But I didn’t have time to put on a sold-out show

Cheers!

And the same ones who said
That I was dreaming too big
Are the ones saying now
He left too soon
But they never considered
That without colossal dreams
I would’ve been gone
More than 7 years ago
Dreams prolong life

And after it fades away
That’s all that’s left: Dream
I’m still in the dark, but if I come back to this world
I swear to myself that I
Will live off what I create!

But why come back?
Notes?
To have them do to me
What they did to Sabota?

Let me kill myself
I refuse to die for disrespect
Hanged by the white hand
Of a boot

They liked
To see me rhyme
They liked it even more
To see me win
But they liked it way more
To see me take a beating
I taught them to enjoy
Seeing me react

I was Abu and Caesar
At the same time
Circus monkey and
Leader who frees minds
I miss being an inspiration
To those who inspire me
And having the sensitivity to feel
Those who feel me

I miss being drowned
In the midst of malice
And then healed
By a smiling child
I miss my friends laughing
For no reason, on the porch
After RPG on any
Hot afternoon
I miss everything
In this filthy world

But the only absence I feel is hers
And that’s so depressing
Our thing was
Equal and aggressive
The kind that breaks the motel
In both senses

If you know what I mean