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(M.D.L.R, M.D.L.R) for those inside
(M.D.L.R, M.D.L.R) the elders', also those who are stuck in centers'
(Freedom for those who are still inside) M.D.L.R and truly, listen
(And freedom for those who are still inside)

You have to treat yourself, improve in falls
It's painful to know that you come from somewhere else
And not because of your race, but because of your looks or manners
Being from the street, you cross many more borders

You have to think things over more than twice
If not, you end up sitting in the chair with the judges
Long sentences, screwed even on probation
In the end, it's their bait, because you're still in jail

Normal, and you have to wake up
Know how to open your eyes
Know that with a simple thing here you can die
What is written is written and the one above is the one who decides (the one above)

Here you don't do what you want, but what you can
Clothes, brands, with women
But for one who loves you
That's your mother, that's your mother
That's your mother, that's your mother

And here you don't do what you want, but what you can
Clothes, brands, with women
But for one who loves you
That's your mother, that's your mother
That's your mother, that's your mother

And all I want is to live like a retiree
A business that is profitable with what I see stretched out
Let the bundle come from the side, keep with those on my side
Your people talk, but they were scared long ago

And you talk to me about committing crimes without paying me the lawyer
And you talk to me about moving kilos and your friend has left them to you
And just alone with your mother and you sitting in front
Sometimes I've never been, because of the damage already caused
Grateful that my music for those who are still involved in trouble
Not like you get upset, for not snorting a line

A kiss, for those who are still in prison
And they haven't come out, and they haven't come out (and they've never come out)
And for the elders who serve behind bars
The minors don't complain, functioning by abusing with beatings and slapping

For those who are still inside listening with the television
And think that tomorrow will be a better day
And those who know that it's not a happy world
They listen to my music, I recount
Listen (Recount)

And freedom, freedom and freedom, freedom
For the elders, for the minors
Soon you get out, soon you get out
For the elders, for the minors
Soon you get out, soon you get out
For the elders, for the minors
Soon you get out, soon you get out

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