Yeah, he’s the singer from the ghetto
Big dreams
Ah-woh
Yeah
We’re soldiers walking before the eyes of God
Until Judgment Day or until my voice fades
Need turned us into creatives
Music awakened the feeling of being alive in us
For my ghetto children who have nothing
The people from my neighborhood, who have nothing to eat
The inspiration of a man, to rise and conquer
And break the poverty in which he had to grow up
In the darkness, there’s a ray of light
That brings you calm like blues notes
I’m afraid to risk it all like Jesus
And end up betrayed, lying on a cross
Raised in the eye of the storm
In a ghetto where even your body is for sale
People are usually not what they seem
Luxury and glamour but no money for rent
And I want freedom of my body and my mind
I was raised in wickedness, I have hot blood
Walking in the city with the love of my people
Raising a prayer to those who are absent
Free, free
Free and I want to fly
Free
I’m a free soul
Free
Free and I want to fly
Free
I’m a free soul