As the beat dropped, his reflection seemed to shift. He saw the face of an old friend who wasn't there to celebrate—a brother lost too soon. A quiet prayer left his lips, asking for protection from everything that wasn't meant for him and for his friend to find peace by God's side.
But success in the favela always brought a shadow: envy. He knew there were those watching from the corners, people who spent more time worrying about his life than their own. "Why are they so concerned?" he wondered, knowing the answer was hidden in their stares. Deep down, they didn't hate him—they wanted to be him. They were trapped by what their parents had handed them, while he was the one who could finally say, "the favela won". Mc JoГЈozinho VT - Espelho Espelho Meu (DJ Boy e DJ GM)
He wasn't looking for beauty; he was looking at the reality of his journey. For years, he had been the underdog, the one with nothing but a dream. Now, his wrist carried a watch worth nearly 20,000 reais—a weight that reminded him of every struggle he’d overcome. As the beat dropped, his reflection seemed to shift
"Espelho, espelho meu," he whispered, a sharp, ironic twist on the old fairy tale. But success in the favela always brought a shadow: envy