Castelo de Madeira

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

Millions of Brazilians have no roof, have no ground
I'm just one more in the crowd
Don't go to the group with my pants, my shirt, my loop
If I sing rap there, don't be fooled

Wow, I see the scene, it's going to rain and the river will overflow
And my wooden castle will flood
Exempt from tax, I myself embrace with my losses
It's natural to suffer if the strings are indecisive

A thousand warnings, disorganized periphery
A thousand crazy kids, in crime show their faces
Hundreds of times I saw the scene multiply
When I arrived here there was no one, now there's a bunch

Crazy kid, I faced the big world head-on
Absent in various situations, bandit son of a believer
In the comb, disillusionment, money, woman
Further ahead, 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 the cold lunch without mix, I'm the favela

I lived thinking my whole life about causing a stir
But now that I've achieved my dream, that hug
But it doesn't matter if the dirt floor is dusty
I fulfilled my dream, my 'Wooden Castle'

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

Today it has already rained, it has already been windy, I'm surprised
To know that my castle withstands everything except fire and bullets
It withstands pain, my belief, my craziness
It even withstands my suspicious behavior with the dark alley

And the up and down of some junkies in the frenzy
Key to the chain if you bump into the patrol car
Hard life, thorns sprouted, there is no rose
Beloved broken, bandit life verse and prose

My pride, an old radio plays tapes
National rap playing, that's what's on
At seven o'clock the electricity goes out
If the community station goes off the air, then it goes

I put that tape of drão bambambam
A brain on wheels, the late Coban
The children see me as a balanced adult
They don't know about my situations or my sins

And the applause leave for later
Beloved broken mother, it's just us two
I'll fight to be a winner in this shit
To unravel the rotten life Sodom and Gomorrah

God created the world, and man created money
Crack and cocaine, alcohol and brothel
But it doesn't matter if the dirt floor is dusty
Here is my 'Wooden Castle'

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

On this side, on that side
Conflict every day without stopping
On that side, on this side
It's always the same thing, man, what am I going to say

You know what the system does, ignore
And brings psychological problems, tension is fucking
Neglect, humiliation, permanent disorder
I even saw a family of believers beat up a relative

Who woke up the next day in a coma
Drunk, drugged, traumatized went to the canvas
Ten hours later, forensic, police, ambulance
And the relative who hit cried, like a child

This is the symptom of the disease that affects me
I received as a courtesy bad mood and cracks
There is no party, because smiling is difficult, understand
I'm true and not a legend

Today it has already rained oh, my neurosis
I don't usually drink, I even took a shot
Maybe to clear up or hide the problems
A thousand little lives happening, this is my dilemma

Crazy thing, open the window and see in the sewer
Dead dog, feel the bad smell and discomfort
And along with the mud, the drama, the dirt
Brazilite in the heat is hell, so tiring

Dream, dream, wanting is not power
You have to be, man, live up to the procedure
For those who have money and luxury, it's embarrassing
To see me impregnated here with hatred and rancor

I dreamed of all this my whole life
I fulfilled my dream, my wooden castle
And it's trouble every day, every day, all day
I just need to build a bathroom

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