1Mt1R3D, Pt. 1

I am not a gangsta
I am not a drug dealer
I am not popular
But I am not a nerd
What group do I fit
I am not enough
Everybody have someone
But I don’t have no one (shit)

I'm tired
Of this world
I'm tired of the people
Who live in it
Yes, I'm tired of myself
You cannot help
I want to die
Kill myself
But it's so hard
And I'm afraid
These words that I wrote
I see no meaning, it's just feelings
And loneliness and boredom
I'll cannot even sing in a show
Cause I'm Brazilian from Recife from varzea
I'm shy for everything, from everything
And I'm poor, I need money
And I hope music help with that
I tried to make a timeless music
But I can't 'cause that's my first shit
I am not a gangsta
I am not a drug dealer
I am not popular
But I am not a nerd
What group do I fit
I am not enough
Everybody have someone
But I don’t have no one (shit)

Have of my pain
I am mental ill (sick)
Of everything
Angry from the story
My story our story
In the past
So much that I became dead
Suicidal
It's a signal I need help
You cannot change that
But can at least be by my side
But I don't trust
Anyone
Anymore
That's sad but it's truth
I say it like a woof
Hope my song change your feeling
Or let them strong
But how I said
At the start of the song
I'm tired, keep listening
'Cause baby now I'm gone