🎧 “THERAPY IN THE TROPICS”
[Verse 1]
In the therapy room, I’m unlearning the lies
They sold me success while they hollowed my eyes
Clock on the wall, same chains every day
Capital feeds worms on the judgment we make
Born in Brazil where the sun hits hard
But the system still hungry, still pulling the cards
They say “be productive, don’t question the pain”
Then medicate souls so we function again
My shrink says “breathe”, but the rent says “run”
Mind full of trauma, paycheck weighs a ton
They normalize burnout, call it ambition
While anxiety turns into modern religion
[Chorus]
My judgment is eaten by worms of the system
Capital whispers “you’re broken, just fix ‘em”
Therapy taught me I’m not the disease
The sickness is profit disguised as relief
My judgment is eaten by worms of control
They monetize fear, then sell back the soul
I’m healing in pieces, reclaiming my name
In a country where pain is mistaken for gain
[Verse 2]
They want calm workers, not conscious minds
Peace pills cheaper than justice sometimes
Self-help books say “change your routine”
But never explain why we’re stuck in between
Between hope and hunger, faith and despair
In a land of abundance that’s never fair
Brazilian streets, drums in my chest
But trauma inherited, passed with the stress
My father worked till his body gave in
My mother prayed while the bills closed in
Generational wounds in a tropical frame
Colonial ghosts still calling our names
[Chorus]
My judgment is eaten by worms of the system
Capital whispers “you’re broken, just fix ‘em”
Therapy taught me I’m not the disease
The sickness is profit disguised as relief
My judgment is eaten by worms of control
They monetize fear, then sell back the soul
I’m healing in pieces, reclaiming my name
In a country where pain is mistaken for gain
[Bridge]
This ain’t just sadness, it’s historical weight
400 years in the room with my fate
I talk to my therapist, talk to my scars
Talk to the kid who believed in the stars
Healing ain’t silence, healing is rage
Directed with purpose, escaping the cage
I don’t want numb, I don’t want to forget
I want a future where we don’t drown in debt
[Verse 3]
So I rap like a session, confession on beat
Every bar is exposure, every line a receipt
For the hours we lost, for the dreams we delayed
For the mental health tax that the poor always pay
They say “think positive”, I say “think structural”
Pain ain’t personal when the system is brutal
From the favela to clinics with minimalist art
Different accents, same crack in the heart
[Outro / Chorus – half time]
My judgment was eaten by worms of the system
But therapy showed me the root, not the symptom
I’m not broken, I’m waking again
In Brazil, where survival don’t mean you’re okay
