Pobre É o Diabo

(Derxan, himself)

So since poor is the devil, yesterday I was him
I know you didn't believe, I'm better than before
Eating the bread he kneaded to not be kneaded
These bitches yield now and didn't yield before

Ending myself in bitches, drugs, drinks
Pendants, problems, police
My neighborhood, the warrants, the militia
Faith in God for my life

Cry now and laugh later
Die now or later?
Where I come from there are two more
From my family, I'm the only one (you get it?)

I left the bubble, some carry iron and it's not a bee
A man born in April (myself), an angel born in April (myself)
Legs open, eyes closed, pigs kill and it's not with an arrow, not with an arrow
No flowers, it's not a burial

Two shots, in the jungle, the beast
The scent, the hunger, the hatred, the gold, without margin
Goes far, and in my neighborhood the name emerges (who?)

If I make a mistake, I become a bank
If I don't, we stick to a bank
I don't cry anymore, I'm not human
I don't feel anymore, I'm not human

I don't record names, I record faces
Another girl, another number
I'm not good, it's just my face (never was)
I don't record names, I record faces
I'm not good, it's just my face

My boys want good weed, attractive women
Support the tip of the 62 in the Kenner
Full underworld and got off my roof
I feel from hell in a second life, suddenly

Like a Saturday afternoon, omens of a reckless life
This wound opens and heals, then touches again
Doesn't stop, it's just that the bullet train doesn't leave the track, just goes forward
The kids multiply, Clone Jutsu
It would be comical if it weren't tragic

I saw the bullet eating and the little ones starving
Stealing is like this, a magic trick!
And I don't care if you like me or not
If your sneakers are Jordan or Ultraboost
If your shirt is OG or Fugazzi
If you don't like it then don't use me

Because if I don't come back today, you can say it was all for the money
And if I fail tonight, who will visit me in the coming weeks?
Money calls fame, fame calls money
On weekends, beautiful ladies in my bed
Money calls fame, fame calls money
On weekends, beautiful ladies in my bed