I settled on my dying day with Satan
I deceived him
and now nobody can clip my wings
Reasoning is always so difficult to me
What does it matter?
If everything comes out well turning out wrong.
I was born a good day, my mother wasn't virgin
the king didn't come, it didn't matter either
I perform miracles:
I turn water into wyne
I resurrect if I roll a joint
I'm Evaristo, the king of the deck (of cards)
I live behind bars, I was a body man before
Merchants occupied my temple
and they applied me
prevention of terrorism act.
How much more do I need to be God, God,God?
How much more do I need to convince?
How much more do I need to be God, God,God?
How much more do I need to convince?
And I lost the count of the times I loved you
I unhinged your life to put it beside me
I vomited my soul in every verse I gave you
What did I give you?
I forgot, I've got so much to say yet
What to say?
I wanted to know the marginalized
and one day I saw myself
getting up in heroine
and there was even more,
such a nightmare:
Crucified based on pills
I'm Evaristo, the king of the deck (of cards)
I live behind bars, I was a body man before
Merchants occupied my temple
and they applied me
prevention of terrorism act.
How much more do I need to be God, God,God?
How much more do I need to convince?
How much more do I need to be God, God,God?
How much more do I need to convince?