Minha história

When I started, I faced a lot of difficulties
And at home, it was beyond reality
It's revolting, I know, to taste the poison
Until I was 13 years old, there was no bathroom

And at home, the walls were made of wood
I remember as if it were now when I opened the fridge
There was nothing to eat and an empty stomach
I think I can endure for a few more days

But tomorrow I'll go to school and eat at snack time
Saturday and Sunday are tough, but we endure
But hunger is nothing compared to the main thing
I never understood why I never had a normal family

My mother and father working, my brother and I at school
My older sister in college, but life is tough
Everything the other way around, my destiny happened
But I handed all of this over to God

And today I'm here passing it on
Singing my story on top of a funk beat
Thank you very much for all your attention
I'll come back to sing the rest of this story another time

But one thing I have to say
Never give up for real because

I'm a winner in this damn thing
I'm a funk artist and I'm proud of it
I carry on my chest the scars of prejudice
Those who aren't, walk away and those who are, earn my respect

I'm a winner in this damn thing
I'm a funk artist and I'm proud of it
I carry on my chest the scars of prejudice
Those who aren't, walk away and those who are, earn my respect