I rise in fever, huh
Shooting the pack of demons that follow me
They want my blood in a chalice, they satisfy themselves in the hands of worms
Some marijuana cigarettes, ammunition inside the drawer
Without idea, without lyrics
Life has been a hell, they want death or they want me in jail
In a wheelchair or as a defendant in court
Paying because I caused loss
At the crime scene, full of red-handed on top
Without microphone, without rhyme
Finished with drugs, absence of smile
My blood flowing in the gutter
Looking at shop windows, plans to sell cocaine
Stab me with the same syringe

With a pistol or a .38, without forgiveness
Without compassion, blood on the floor, weapons in hands
(You can't run) that's what they want
Without study without reason, vision without anointing, only my coffin
They strive, they even had a chance
But the asshole who has no focus gets lost
They never forget me, but they can't reach me anymore
The wisest ask me, think
How many of us are gone?
I didn't say the worst, how many children are lost?
How many are born to make a difference?
And if this is the best they can do
Put your face where the alleys boil
To see the beast you don't know

And who comes up to kill me is the same one who sells me the weapon
So you who don't know, or pretend you don't know
Think carefully when pointing, oh karma
You who want my death, come up
Buy from me, make me strong
It even gives me heartburn, I'm going to make my notes
Get out on the run, before this hypocrisy notices me
Yeah, tears are free, smiles are expensive, the brothers are broken
Between the silver bath, gnawing like moths, cutting like blades
Being concise is rare, it's that the angel tears off the wings if the profit is in the sins
With a pocket full of air, feeling suffocated
While the bakery manipulates the dough, sells Bolsonaro
Ha, I who bring the dream they call sonic trash

Tired of pain, gas to impose
Who cared, who cut themselves, discharge
Giving a one two, who conquered kingdoms
Who swallowed truth that vomits later
Sometimes blind, and I don't want to be guided by the dog
I don't need a German shepherd
I profit by making money, but I win by making my brothers think
We are equal, let's not kill each other

Crime calls you, boy, don't give in completely, deny completely
Don't be stupid like my father, didn't see the smartest thing he did
And the State, critical state, has hated me and it's reciprocal
Has tested my spirit, I escape without equivocation
And I go, it's not about how to behave on the beat, but in life, that's what flow is

Favela lives, in the heart of each resident
In the memory of each life that the war took
We are the lost tribe, brought from afar
We are children of the mud, Brazil that the media hides
They stuff us with gunpowder, coke, open-air sewer
And shantytowns of plywood and concrete
The future has arrived and we still use chains
Enslaved through drug trafficking
They push us down our throats every day
Hatred, fear, despair and incitement to violence
They say we are criminals
But who kills wears a uniform and exudes unpreparedness and truculence
Every alley in the city holds a bit of the war
With projectiles that hit, with projectiles that miss
It looks like cocaine, but it's just sadness
Hatred in the eyes of those who only knew poverty

Who is the enemy? Who are you?
In this war without reasons and without a winner
Who is the enemy? Who are you?
The stray bullet finds the other sufferer
We are soldiers begging for alms
Children with guns, throwing away their childhood
Nobody encourages a slum dweller to read, write
We are born ready to die
They forbade us to dream, they fucked up
We are the monster that you created, your nightmare
This shit is a minefield
PM applies death penalty with the approval of the State
Who's right? Who's wrong?
All I know is that the target is always the slum dweller
How many brothers fell, too soon
Slum lives bleeding begging for peace, peace

Mina's Alley is Vietnam
Gaza Strip, hostile terrain
Where we hug the ones we love
But we can't let go of the rifle
Since the day I remember that the aBo fell
That's when all my neuroses increased
Stay up all night, drown in liquor
And then ride the fastest motorcycles
Cumpade Lord, I also hear voices
Let's test Superman's chest
They're saying it closes ten to ten
So our gang closes eleven to eleven
From the top of the hill, I'm looking far away
Wanting peace within my slum
I'm devising a plan, training a troop
That sleeps and wakes up ready for war

I defend every inch of the land
Right is right, right is the foundation
Mess with one of us, we'll hunt you down at home
Leave it stuck to set an example
But at this moment I only think about profit
I count these notes by notes, calmly
I haven't had a heart for a long time, scoundrel
I'm very close to losing my soul
Don't let money come and make us, bro
We make the money
As long as rap is born in the slum
Women and children will be first

Lick your lips, smoke my joint
Glasses high of Dom Pérignon
Eat my flesh, enjoy the feast
Today will be your last meal
Only slum lives

If it's to put a warm cloth I prefer the lighter and set fire
Big eyes on someone else's progress, that's envy, it's not a game for me
Here in this world, bandanas on the face are worthless
Little soldiers of real life carrying rifles and grenades
Slum lives Stuff of a man, not a kid
Don't try to act like a boss
Here no one is a boss just because they smoke a joint
It goes beyond vision, leaving home and facing the armored vehicle
With a 762 pointed at my head
The cop frisking me and smelling my hand, no

Talk of reality, many didn't reach my age
It's hard to believe it will change if you change the name of slum to community
Little matters the nomenclature if there is a lack of culture
Crazy hard life went to the grave
Seeing slavery, today nobody endures
You have to have posture to be able to charge the city hall
In the cold drawer of the IML
Several friends who were shot because of their skin color
Enemy tactic, put the bullet to eat and one less nigga
They shoot in the back of the head first, they knock down accurately, to ask later
The media doesn't silence our voice, Slum Lives Part 2

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