Milagrosa

God, give me your miraculous hand
The smoke of the Mary Jane made me forget things
I tried to love, it went wrong
The money moved me, I started hostling

I ran away, my soul was tired
I have no future, my voice has it
I was grateful in the bad times, if I progressed without anything
I don't know about you
Fuck that
I saw lies in their faces and strange shit

I ran away, my soul was tired
I have no future, my voice has it
I was grateful in the bad times, if I progressed without anything
I don't know about you
Fuck that
I saw lies in their faces and strange shit

I never excluded people
The people left alone
I know who was always there
Several died
I kept it in my mind

The progress, I notice it
Tomorrow I will be a genius
But today I'm a crazy
Crazy one who has a dream
Life gave us little

Though, I have lived a lot
I saw cartridges, I saw money
Clean or dirty
I have cunning, I left the ghetto
But I have never sold you a speech

I do trap, trap rap, pop, pop punk
And in none of them I disgust you
I apologize, I saw the abyss
I don't scare myself anymore

I'm not the same as I was before
I focused my mind on being a singer
The one who did not want to be part turned away
I know that my value has passed to quite

I changed my music
I don't empathize with their reality
Fuck the world and its humanity
My soul didn't let me change

I ran away, my soul was tired
I have no future, my voice has it
I was grateful in the bad times, if I progressed without anything
I don't know about you
Fuck that
I saw lies in their faces and strange shit

God, give me your miraculous hand
The smoke of the Mary Jane made me forget things
I tried to love, it went wrong
The money moved me, I started hostling