Letra da Música Plane de Snowe

Hey
I'm gonna tell you the story of my life
You know
How I achieved my dreams, and stuff
It has never beem that easy
Music has Always been a part of it
The first song, I was like nine or eight years old
Yelling non sense lyrics like a rock star
While stepping through boxes and cans that my father used to sell
Linkin Park and Limp Bizkit, bands from the nineth made my music style for a bit, yeah
You know, it's funny by now, but in the past things got really ugly for me, my brother and parents, but we hold it tight
My father used to run a store in our hometown, with both of my paternal uncles helping him out
Things were going pretty well, until my uncles's wife start stealing the Money from their sales, but father knew it
People would not believe dad, so the plan was to put some cameras above the cash desk and sort it out, yeah
That's when people discovered it and blame my parents, yelling at them, accusing them for doing nothing wrong, but justice
We were children, and yet to blame, and went to japan with dad and mom in a plane, Fuck
At that momment I wished I as older to protect us, to punch those mother fuckers who fucked up our lives, yeah I Would
But I was just a tiny child, which dreams were starting to fade, thanks to some bitch's name, the one to blame
And then, from that tight plane's chair, I started dreaming about our new homeland

I'm dreaming high in my plane, (do they know?)
What I'm feeling, should I let go?

So we got there, no one cares, it was just us and nobody else, no one to help
My dad used to work in some factory, from early at morning until the time I used to sleep
Meanwhile Mom get herself a job at a grocery store, in Japan they name it baiten
Baiten, by ten, I would be a child raised as a full grown man, by ten
My brother, he was doing fine, studying in a regular japanese school, with some cousin of mine, yeah
I guess I was the one to blame later on, because I couldn't learn that japanese language on my own
Time was passing kind of fast, while mom and dad were working a lot and getting stressed
And in the blink of an eye, time flew by, and an entire year was gone, and we were done
There were bags full of clothes from mom and dad, and at the corner of a suitcase I found a room for my toys
So we get back and dad build us a home and a store, with the Money that japan granted him gone
It was tough at first, with people talking trash about us being back, that my Family would crash
But then, time passed by, and my dad went to my grandpa's house to try to justify
But what happened was so sad, that he didn't need any apologize, I saw my dad cry, it was the first time
In my life, that they made my hero cry, when after one year at bed, my grandfather died

I'm dreaming high in my plane, (do they know?)
What I'm feeling, should I let go?

Dad kept running his store, with mom by his side, helping him out
Somehow, after years of sacrifice, dad and mom were able to build us a place in a farm close by
But then, life made it again, and I felt it like it all was in vain
Mom and dad broke up, after twenty years, they broke up and it was tough
My brother was studying to become a doctor, while I started helping my father on his store, I get a job
People used to compare us, telling me to give up, and get back to school, that I had no place in that room
Nowadays we are the ones to respect, working and making money, while our parentes may rest
I cried, I died a Thousand times, that cut through my skin still aches as it rimes
Sometimes I look back to those people who got me gone, but you know, whats done is done
By now, mom is okay, my dad is trying to rebuild the life that he lost since that day
What about me? Well, I'll keep doing my job, singing that songs that I wrote with love
Love that came, like an unexpected change, from the sea, below the sun, with my girl's name


I'm dreaming high in my plane, (do they know?)
What I'm feeling, should I let go?