DJ RD, MC Menor MR
Here's another one

If you have a dream, the focus is to persist
Never let your opinion be changed
Keep moving forward with your head held high
And listen to the voice of your heart
Money doesn't just attract prostitutes
It also deceives many fools
Who fall for the charms of easy money
And lose themselves in so much emotion

Since I was a kid, I learned that in life
The good rogue maintains his posture
It's not just because you smoke some joints
That you're the coolest in the group
You're falling behind in the face of regression
Getting closer to the bottom of the pit
And when you realize it, it's too late
Another prisoner for the law, a criminal

You'll spend a few years locked up
For you to reflect on what you did wrong
And that you were judged in the dock
Before God, you were forgiven
It's the voice of the ghetto shouting to the world
That the slum also has rights
Unfortunately, money is scarce
But happiness is priceless

We are São Paulo, Capital of Notes
When they talk about us, the young girls even cry
The owner of gold and silver is Jesus (amen)
And no one will change this story
I keep moving forward on my path
Days of struggle and days of glory
Thank you for everything, my God
In second place, my lady

We are São Paulo, Capital of Notes
When they talk about us, the young girls even cry
The owner of gold and silver is Jesus (amen)
And no one will change this story
I keep moving forward on my path
Days of struggle and days of glory
Thank you for everything, my God
In second place, my lady

(Thank you for everything, my God)

If you have a dream, the focus is to persist
Never let your opinion be changed
Keep moving forward with your head held high
And listen to the voice of your heart
Money doesn't just attract prostitutes
It also deceives many fools
Who fall for the charms of easy money
And lose themselves in so much emotion

Since I was a kid, I learned that in life
The good rogue maintains his posture
It's not just because you smoke some joints
That you're the coolest in the group
You're falling behind in the face of regression
Getting closer to the bottom of the pit
And when you realize it, it's too late
Another prisoner for the law, a criminal

You'll spend a few years locked up
For you to reflect on what you did wrong
And that you were judged in the dock
Before God, you were forgiven
It's the voice of the ghetto shouting to the world
That the slum also has rights
Unfortunately, money is scarce
But happiness is priceless

We are São Paulo, Capital of Notes
When they talk about us, the young girls even cry
The owner of gold and silver is Jesus (amen)
And no one will change this story
I keep moving forward on my path
Days of struggle and days of glory
Thank you for everything, my God
In second place, my lady

We are São Paulo, Capital of Notes
When they talk about us, the young girls even cry
The owner of gold and silver is Jesus (amen)
And no one will change this story
I keep moving forward on my path
Days of struggle and days of glory
Thank you for everything, my God
In second place, my lady

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