I think I try to remove guns from music a bit
Because I live in the South Zone, right at the start of Heliópolis
In one of the most hyped hoods
That people talk about, point to as a crime index
And even so I'm not gonna point guns in my songs
Keep saying the cool thing is to chase women, have cash in the pocket
Walk around strapped, that doesn't mean sh*t
I think we gotta make the revolution
If there's a book for a favela kid to read
The ones who must write that book have to be his own parents
I was a brat at 16, up since six
Dreamer, why not? And tomorrow all over again
Through life's math the story is told
Instead of a 16, I wrote 16 bars
Yeah! Today, ten years later
The street is still us
At 26, hand to hand, how many thousand CDs sold?
Like Beats by Dre, my target's your ear
Were saved by the sound you say is thug music?
See? I stole your vibe again, it's like Israel and Palestine
By the barrel or by the singing, the end will be platinum
In the shine of the retina, the light that defibrillates
When it grabs each verse that shoots, it dilates my pupil
For the money and for the hood, the strays line up at the front
Whoever has a dream doesn't nap, my man
I see my gift as a bigger loan
My mission is to polish it and give it back way better
And on this path each win won't be only mine
I'm stitching our lives with these lines
It's for every hood yeah, for every girl
For the crew yeah, on every corner
The bros with their blunts and the brothers with their Bibles
Every face asks for freedom like Libya
Me? From sun to sun, spreading cerol
I want to grab what's ours without biting the hook
Let's aim at the heads, the radios, the lips
Since wake-up time we've been confusing sages
To the masters with love in every note
Cartola, Tim Maia, Sabota
Open your eyes, get street vision, bro
I'm talking Dina Di, not Google Street View
A thousand and one nights with the books on the shelf
I traffic information and my product is first-rate
The world didn't even wanna give me a job
Rap gave me a profession
That's why gratitude is what I carry
Do you know what it's like to be light for someone who's blind?
Since Santa Cruz this is my Via Sacra
Each song is a kid, I make more than Mr. Catra
Got it? Me and my homies jumped the turnstile
We left some tags on some signs
We came from the plebs to leave our mark
Monark's troop comes against the monarchs
Living a dream, here's the commotion
And you who's listening are also to blame for this
Thanks! Because nothing was easy for us
And to anyone who thinks that: you don't know sh*t, innocent!
Let's move on, breaking the chains
Freedom for the soul, freedom for the mind
Our family is growing
My mom told me: "son, shine!"
And I like to be obedient!