Bulldogue

I kept my bulldog in the drawer
Grabbed a pen
Swapped the candy box for a speaker
I saw that the life of crime is rotten and lame
And the ink from the pen turned into ammo

Once upon a time there was a boy, a legend
With a bright smile and dark skin
Discriminated for being from the hood
Dreamed of a world without war
And dreamed of a distant world
Dreamed of walking on solid ground
Dreamed of taking down giants
I dreamed of winning in life
Without stepping on anyone
For those who ran uphill
I walked, I made it too

It took a lot of prayers, man
And good things are coming
Our Father who art in heaven
Guide my path
Gave me roses without thorns
And a pair of wings to fly
And with my eyes closed I see
'Cause I'm not alone
I pray for my relief
Always gave me strength to fight

Chosen boy
Shines brighter than polished gold
Eighteen that barks but none bite me
'Cause I'm protected
For my enemies, I wish health and peace
Long life to the jokers to see me grow more