Várias Vidas

Niggas kill, rob, make cars
Father everything in the neighborhood, circulate crazed
NIKE cap shrunken, angry chot knife
Gives 'pa fool, kill a couple of shoes, avoiding the police
Cross the street, drink, smoke bula until it hurts
Disappear into the night before the police show up
Few think about the future they will have
Kids from a neighborhood where no one wants to live
Young people who drop out of school very early
It's not easy to be a doctor when parents sign with their finger
I carry and rhyme the frustration of the black
Born, raised in the ghetto
Illiterate parents, since you were little you understand
With a house and a job, we are the questionnaire of this black
Without family support, no head can resist
Sooner or later the kid gets lost sight
Evades the police, the rich life for a thousand note
A tirante, a cachucho, a jacket, a mobile
After several nights at the civil government
Another juvenile delinquent is born

Your mind is only free if you find your peace
Believe me, I keep searching
You can have the world in your hand and turn it
But you will never, never be happy, boy

Your mind is only free if you find your peace
Believe me, I keep searching
You can have the world in your hand and turn it
But you will never, never be happy, boy

Just yesterday you thought, I'm Spider-Man
You steal, kill, father, no one catches you
Many niggas take the life of crime lightly
Until the day Spider-Man falls into the biggest web
In jail, waiting for a friend's visit
Your friend stayed in the neighborhood smoking bula with me
Your lady, women can't live without a bed
Forget that goat, borrow a magazine
But nothing erases your loneliness
Nothing pays for a brother's freedom
The humiliation of abandoned people
The frustration of not being able to do anything
You promise yourself, I'll change when I get out
Clutching the rosary so the pigeon doesn't fall
Chewing days, months and years until doors open
But it doesn't end, G
The doors out here remain closed
It's the past, it's the record stamped on our face
You look for a job, you don't even pass the counter
Drag yourself, they cut your wings
Help your mother, she's old and tired
Don't let your brothers follow in your footsteps
Don't blame your friends for your misfortune
Don't count on your father, drunks are worthless
Life is not a work, it's hard, the body can't take it anymore
The witch cries for every brother who falls
Hope goes, anger returns
Heart creates hatred and head rebels
It's stupid to go back to the street, maybe
Drunkenness, zero percent lucidity
Only by living three times would you understand
What leads a man to return to crime again

Your mind is only free if you find your peace
Believe me, I keep searching
You can have the world in your hand and turn it
But you will never, never be happy, boy

When you met your lady, do you remember how she was?
Child's face, doll's body
After two years with you, look at her
Desperate, thin, ugly, bitter
Working hours in cleaning to put money at home
Because yours doesn't even pay for light and water
With a child in her arms without milk or diapers
And you blow your salary on drinking and partying
I hope, nigga, that a man never appears in your path
Someone with more head, more judgment
When you stop thinking only about yourself
The dread has already taken your woman and your child
When they leave, what will be your excuse?
Have another drink, say the lady was a whore
Life goes on, the head is confused
We learn from mistakes, we drink, but we don't forget
Look back, see what we lost
The things we didn't do
And my brothers leaving one by one
Those who died, those who went away
Those who fight for life out there with a document
Fleeing the plague or some trial
Life is hard, but it doesn't last
God save my brothers from drugs, from the streets
There's something inside us that disturbs and destroys
Seeing your boys leave is something that hurts
But we don't forget that nigga who left
You can go, but you're here, boy

Your mind is only free if you find your peace
Believe me, I keep searching
You can have the world in your hand and turn it
But you will never, never be happy, boy

Your mind is only free if you find your peace
Believe me, I keep searching
You can have the world in your hand and turn it
But you will never, never be happy, boy
(3x)

One love to all the freestyle from Odivelas
Niggas from the Mafia Sheat Movement
Niggas from the Vidas de Kadera Movement
We are together boy, we are together in peace and war
One love to all the thieves from the Kaga neighborhood
Guys from the neighborhood, you know
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