Babilônia (feat. Wlad Borges e Tribo da Periferia)

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Babylon (feat. Wlad Borges and Tribo da Periferia)

Babylon
Wlad Borges!
It's on!
I took a kick in the ass from the cops in this Babylon
Swallowed bitterness with my eyes closed, I've done my time
And I came with a pair of handcuffs on the back of the boat
I knelt for their souls in the Babylon I was in
I lost a friend in life's Armageddon
I lost a father, no time for goodbyes
Walking through the valley of the shadow of death
The scroll of my path was Babylon without a cut
I grew up in the crime scene and Al Qaeda
I did time one day for illegal possession of a gun
I even robbed, I even smoked
I violated innocents for a reason I don't even know
Disoriented, nobody gave a damn about me
I had 10 on my side and a million against me
And my Valim, look at the command here!
Bringing the terror, look at the crew (haha) on the radios of the offenders
In the turbo trucks, in the shops, in the jail, in the oppressor's skull
In the blood that runs in my veins, the militants who whistled wished for my downfall
The kamikazes emerged, to take down the popcorn
I went to Brasília, without Brasília coming to me
I put it down all over Brazil without leaving my Valim
I plotted many, didn't leave my hood
In Babylon, I saw my dream expand all over Minas Gerais

(In the Babylon I lived)
We lived, we stayed up all night
(In the Babylon I lived)
It's not yesterday, but it feels like it
(In the Babylon I grew up)
With pain! Flowers! With victims!
(In the Babylon I'm in)
I believe that the return is the tomorrow of my life!
Babylon (yeah, this bandit life)
Babylon (open the cell and lower the freedom of the crew)
Babylon (yeah, this is the one I live)
Babylon (I distanced myself from Babylon for accepting Christ!)

Babylon!
It's in crack, the view's blocked, caged, locked up, watchtowers and bars
Babylon, it's my little shop, and the lookout
It's booming and the weed prices went up
Maria Aparecida, then Ana Julia
Aunt Maria, man, Geraldo, and several big shots
Look at the kites, sunbathing, visiting day, bag full
But in the letter from the crew, the worst phase of my life in the tower of despair
And today I sing with four coffins in my chest
Foot in the door, stretch the .12, hammer hits
Judge condemns, gives the green light and takes away my freedom
Release order, sings at the gate, jailer
I left Babylon, but didn't leave the anthill
North zone corridor, amoroso costa, Uberaba MG, illusory Babylon

17 years in this shit as a singer, songwriter
The Babylon I lived is the same one I'm in
I accepted Christ at 8, and I'm still alive, some say I'm wearing a hat
What a petty thing, this Ananias
It was sleepless nights to get it right, many kilometers traveled in search of perfection
A lot of cash in the game, a lot of sweat shed
For every song I sang, it was a lot of blood, a lot of run-ins
I saw towns at war, I saw innocents die
I saw organization after the arrival of the PCC
In the midst of crime, there's machinery, poetry of thieves
The anthill was my preference in the sound department
Anonymous police calls
Babylon makes the news being criticized
This is Babylon!
Threatened with death in the middle of an approach
Babylon!
And the quiet one burning me for all my wanderings!