Castelo de Madeira

Millions of Brazilians have no ceiling, no floor
I'm just one in the crowd
Don't go to the group with my pants, my breasts, my magnifying glass
If I sing rap there, don't be fooled.

Allah! I'm watching the scene, it's going to rain and the river is going to overflow
And my wooden castle will flood.
Tax-exempt, I embrace my losses myself
Natural to suffer if the cords are undecided.

A thousand warnings, unstructured periphery
A thousand crazy kids show their faces in crime.
Hundreds of times I saw the scene multiply
When I got here there was no one there, now there is a shovel.

Crazy kid, I faced the world head on
Absent in several "tapes" bandit son of a believer
In the comb, disappointment, money, woman
Further on, God willing, more resistant to faith

Towards the center calluses on hands crowds
All this rebellion reinforces the choruses
Maybe you don't know about the hero who lives the war
With a cold lunch box without mixing I'm a favela

I've been thinking my whole life about making a lap
But now that I've achieved my dream, that hug.
But it doesn't matter if the dirt floor is dusty
I made my dream come true, my wooden castle.

Chorus
I'm a prince of the ghetto, only those who are go down, go up the hill
I'm a prince of the ghetto and my castle is made of wood.
I'm a prince of the ghetto, only those who are go down, go up the hill
I'm a prince of the ghetto and my castle is made of wood.

Today it's already raining and it's already windy
Knowing that my castle can withstand everything but fire and bullets.
Support pain, my beliefs, my madness
It even supports my “cabreiragem” with the dark alley.

And the rise and fall of some knots in the fissure
Chain key if you collide with the vehicle
Hard life, the thorn sprouted not the rose
Broken dear thug life verse and prose.

My pride, an old radio plays tapes
National rap playing is what matters.
At seven o'clock at night the electricity goes out
If the community goes off the air... that's it.

I put on that "drão bambambam" tape.
A brain on wheels, the "Coban" death.
Children see me as a balanced adult
They don't know about my "tapes" or my sins.

And leave the applause for later
Broken dear mother, it's just the two of us
I'm going to fight to be the winner in this shit
"destroy" rotten little life sodom and gomorrah

God created the world, and man created money
Crack and cocaine, drink and whorehouse
But it doesn't matter if the dirt floor is dusty
Here! It's my wooden castle.

Chorus
I'm a prince of the ghetto, only those who are go down, go up the hill
I'm a prince of the ghetto and my castle is made of wood.
I'm a prince of the ghetto, only those who are go down, go up the hill
I'm a prince of the ghetto and my castle is made of wood.

On this side, on that side
"Bullshit" every day without stopping
Over there, over here
It's always the same thing "bro", what am I going to say

You know what the system does, ignore it!
And it brings psychological problems, tension is “fuck”.
Neglect, humiliation, permanent disorder
I even saw a family of believers beat a relative.

That dawned the other day in a coma
Drunk, drugged, traumatized, he went to the canvas
Ten hours later, forensics, police, ambulance
And the relative who knocked cried, like a child

This is the symptom of the disease that affects me
I got a free bad mood and frills
Not the party, because smiling is difficult, understand
I'm true and not a legend

Today it's already raining oh, "mô" neurosis
I don't usually drink, I even had a dose.
Maybe to clarify or hide the problems
A thousand "little tapes" happening, this is my dilemma.

Crazy thing, opening the window and looking into the sewer
Dead dog, feel the bad smell and discomfort
And along with the mud, the drama, the dirt
"Brasilit" in the heat is hell, so tiring

Dreaming, dreaming, wanting is not power
You have to be a "brother", do justice when you proceed.
For "assholes" who have money and luxury, it's embarrassing
Seeing myself "embedded" here with hatred and resentment.

I dreamed about all this my whole life
I made my dream come true, my wooden castle.
And it's bullshit every day, every day, all day
Just need to build a bathroom

Chorus
I'm a prince of the ghetto, only those who are go down, go up the hill
I'm a prince of the ghetto and my castle is made of wood.
I'm a prince of the ghetto, only those who are go down, go up the hill
I'm a prince of the ghetto and my castle is made of wood.