Tô Pra Vê

I'm here to see one from here succumb
You may even smile but in the end you will cry
Messing with us like that, it's just luck
I'm with the favela, I'm strong

I'm here to see one from here succumb
You may even smile but in the end you will cry
Messing with us like that, it's just luck
I'm with the favela, I'm strong

I'm here to see one from here ask for a towel, water
Not resist this battle
In rap I'm not a star, I'm a weapon
That spits the truth, grabs and speaks
It's about the struggle, despair, disarray and disgrace
That nurtures hatred and proliferates with the masses
The bitter taste, neglect that happens
Working without getting involved turns to smoke
Of what they hid under the rug
Satisfying my people, who are thirsty for truth
Yes, here you can, go after
Traitors cannot conquer what they would have for free
What's the point of having a concept at parties
Without morals in the hood, your cover is blown
Oh, how ugly... It's peroba oil on that wooden face
In every hood there is, you know well
What he wants is to bring you down (ouô) but they won't succeed
Because

I'm here to see one from here succumb
You may even smile but in the end you will cry
Messing with us like that, it's just luck
I'm with the favela, I'm strong

I'm here to see one from here succumb
You may even smile but in the end you will cry
Messing with us like that, it's just luck
I'm with the favela, I'm strong

Teachings from this journey
The sun that warms you for free
The craftsman who carves the wood
Needle in a haystack, one day we'll find it
Time passes slowly if life is dull
It's a roll cake without filling, a barrel without cachaça
Kiss without tongue, São Paulo is a farce
Supporting disarmament, a desperate action
They didn't invest in education, huh, now pay
It's black and white, a vase in the hammer
A colorless flower, a fake smile
Year in, year out, my people in misery
If my business is to sing... We will sing, Cinderella
I want to learn, I want to know, I want to pass on and then develop
I want to eat, I want to drink
Basic sanitation, damn it, that's the minimum
Dignity of the poet that is fading away
In a cowardly fight I keep going, coughing
What bothers me the most is your poverty of spirit
What bothers you the most is that I am happy doing this

Giving up, never, I'm not a coward
Like it or not, rap is a reality
Giving up, never, my people are not cowards
Like it or not, rap is a reality of struggle
Struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle
Struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle

I'm here to see one from here succumb
You may even smile but in the end you will cry
Messing with us like that, it's just luck
I'm with the favela, I'm strong

I'm here to see one from here succumb
You may even smile but in the end you will cry
Messing with us like that, it's just luck
I'm with the favela, I'm strong