Só Dever

There’s no pleasure in this life
My brother, it’s just duty
Don’t get into debt
And still, it’s duty

Still living with those who live to kill
With those who rise up
Just to bring others down

With those who
Just because their uncles say they picked up arms
Now, they even steal women from our beds
Fuck!

And those without cards or parties
Have bosses who are tied up
With party cards

My card’s all maxed out, 24/7
My girls are hustling on the 24
Some work four hours a day

The daily bread, everyone’s working 24
Even my bro’s on all fours
Selling himself to a businessman
Equal rights, everyone deserves a salary

Still, it’s my duty to pay the salon bills
Here in the ghetto, there’s no good morning before the bread money

There’s no pleasure in this life
My brother, it’s just duty
Don’t get into debt
And still, it’s duty

There’s no pleasure in this life
My brother, it’s just duty
And getting into debt, debt!

There’s no pleasure in this life
My brother, it’s just duty
Don’t get into debt
And still, it’s duty

There’s no pleasure in this life
My brother, it’s just duty
And getting into debt, debt!

They say no
They saw the trail of the stolen money
Much less the killers of the shot Adalista
There’s a list of the shot circulating online
The people just want to see water flowing online
But all you hear about are the deaths in circulation
Some come to the bridge, a place to jump
Some come to the vein, a place to shoot up
Some come to the nose, a place to inhale

And the elites are all on cocaine
It’s just prostitution and that fine drug (A E1)
A bunch of misgoverned
Who want to make us their slaves
Accept it!
Because you don’t even have doubts
Schools are private
Stalls are public

I don’t even know how to solve this dilemma
I just want to tell the system to fuck off

There’s no pleasure in this life
My brother, it’s just duty
Don’t get into debt
And still, it’s duty

There’s no pleasure in this life
My brother, it’s just duty
And getting into debt, debt!

There’s no pleasure in this life
My brother, it’s just duty
Don’t get into debt
And still, it’s duty

There’s no pleasure in this life
My brother, it’s just duty
And getting into debt, debt!

Here we live with those who’ve murdered
With those who’ve torn up the strings, those who signed
With those who revolted and became bourgeois
With white Mozambicans, and black Portuguese

What irony
We’re all slaves to the economy
Bosses and workers sitting in the same bowl
Crashing on the same road
Nephews of the same aunt
Children of the same mother, children of cowardice
(Oops)

Serves lunch of rubies to the exploiter (yeah)
At night the people dine with tea and the TV (it’s true)
That night more beer for the heat (yeah)
Tomorrow that bank will say it’s worthless
So my girls will say it has no flavor (nah)
And even Inkossikaze will say it has no strength
I swear everything or nothing in this life without an orgasm
Africans with debts and pleonasm

There’s no pleasure in this life
My brother, it’s just duty
Don’t get into debt
And still, it’s duty

There’s no pleasure in this life
My brother, it’s just duty
And getting into debt, debt!

There’s no pleasure in this life
My brother, it’s just duty
Don’t get into debt
And still, it’s duty

There’s no pleasure in this life
My brother, it’s just duty
And getting into debt, debt!

The CROL report says that individual C
With position C
Admitted to consciously violating budget laws
By approving government guarantees for the companies, Proindicus, Ematum, and MAM)

Don’t get into debt
And still, it’s duty
Don’t get into debt
And still, it’s duty