Total firmness, another year passing by
Thank God we're healthy, you know?
A lot of collectivity in the hood, money in the pocket
No misery, and it's us
Let's toast to today
Because tomorrow only belongs to God, life is crazy

Let me tell you
Everything, everything, everything goes, everything is a phase brother
Soon we're going to blow up in the big world
With elite chain, 18 carats
Put it on the wrist, a Breitling soon
How about that? Is it good?
With Bausch & Lomb magnifying glass, white and wine bombeta
Champagne to the air, to open our paths
Poor is the devil, I hate ostentation
You can laugh, laugh, but don't disbelieve
It's just a matter of time, the end of suffering
A toast to the warriors, common people I regret
Worms that only weigh on Earth
Take your eyes off
Take your eyes off, miss me
I sleep ready for war
And I wasn't like this, I have hatred
And I know what's bad for me
What to do if it's like this
Crazy life is scary
The smell is of gunpowder
And I prefer roses
And I, and I
Always wanted a place,
Grassy and clean, green like the sea
White fences, a rubber tree with a swing
Pecking kites, surrounded by children

How, how Brown
Wake up good blood,
This is Capão Redondo, true
It's not Pokémon
South zone is the opposite, it's concentrated stress
A wounded heart, per square meter
How much longer will I resist
Worse, I've seen my good side in the ICU
My angel of forgiveness was good
But he's weak
Blame the filthy, the opaque spirit
I wanted to have, to test and see
A bundle, with glory, fame
Wrapped in a package
If that's what you want
Come get it
Throw it in a shit river and see several jump
Money is tough
In the hands of a slum dweller, it's a big throat
In the crisis, several ninety-stone crumble
I'm going to play to win
My money, comes and goes
However, who has, has
I don't grow my eyes on anyone
What has to be
Will be mine
It's written in the stars
Go complain to God
Imagine us in an Audi
Or in a Citroen
Going here, going there
Just pam
Going back and forth
In Capão, in Apurá, I'll stick
In the quarry of São Bento
In the back, in the top
Friday

From the sunroof
The moonlight represents
Listening to Cassiano, there is
The gambé can't stand it
But if it doesn't work, man
What's the matter
The important thing is us here
Together next year
The path
Of happiness still exists
It's a narrow trail
In the middle of the sad jungle
How much do you pay
To see your mother now
And never see your kid leave again
Gives the house, gives the car
A Glock, and a FAL
Climbs blind on his knees
A thousand and a hundred steps
Believer is a thousand degrees
What the warrior says
The prosecutor is just a man
God is the judge
While Joe Public
Stoned the cross
And the scoundrel, in uniform
Spit on Jesus
Oh, at 45 of the second, regretful
Saved and forgiven
It's Dimas the bandit
The stuff is crazy
It gives you goosebumps
Oh, Dimas, the first life loka in history
I say: "Glory, glory"
I know God is here
And only those who are
Only those who are will feel
And my warriors of faith
I want to hear, I want to hear
And my warriors of faith
I want to hear, brother
We are programmed to die
Right is right is to believe in what comes, firmness?
It's not a question of luxury
It's not a question of color
It's a question that abundance
Cheers up the sufferer
It's not a question of prey, man
The idea is this
Misery brings sadness and vice versa
Unconsciously comes in my whole mind
In the shoe store the happy look of the partner
Being able to buy the blue, the red
The counter, the mirror
The stock, the model, it doesn't matter
Money is a whore and opens the doors
Of the sand castles you want
Black and money, are rival words
And then show these asses
How it's done
Your funeral was dramatic
Like an old blues
But in style, forgive me, of a bandit
Time to think, want to stop
What do you want?
Live a little like a king or a lot, like a Joe?
Sometimes I think that every black like me
Just wants a piece of land in the bush, all his own
Without luxury, barefoot, swimming in a stream
Without hunger, picking fruits from the bunch
Hey buddy, that's what I think
I want it too, but in São Paulo
God is a hundred-dollar bill
Life is crazy!

Because the warrior of faith never freezes
Doesn't please the unjust, and doesn't chicken out
The King of kings, was betrayed, and bled on this earth
But to die like a man is the prize of war
But oh, as it may be, if necessary, drown in your own blood, so be it
Our spirit is immortal, blood of my blood
Between the cut of the sword and the perfume of the rose
Without honorable mention, without massage."

Life is crazy, man
And in it, I'm just passing through
To Dimas, the first
Health warrior!
Dimas, Dimas, Dimas

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