Pra Não Ter Tempo Ruim

I am the God of War
In my chest drums beat
Played in rites created over cries of pain
Anguish of the basement, desire for revenge, loneliness
Pity? Not today! Maybe when they had a heart
My goal? Build another five hundred
And I'm willing to die, just like each of the three hundred
Spartans, what are you guys?!
I change and command, guys what are you?! (the street!)
Our food is the fear in the opponent's eyes
Falling forward, feeling what we've felt for a long time
Then kiss your women, kiss to eternalize
We must consider the possibility of not coming back
So charge diaspora
I came to kill my enemies like Sun Tzu, and this is not a metaphor
Mine, I recognize by their behavior
Prepare yours, today you will see that a son of yours does not shy away from the fight

Goodbye Goodbye (let it be as God wills)
My love, don't forget me (no, no)
I'll pray until good times, my man
To avoid bad times

They put me so down here
That from the point where I arrived, it was only possible to go up
I kept all the resentment, to water my grudge with it
Feed my anger and return it in the form of pain
Skinny with long legs
With hatred for more than one life
In the ring seen as a beast
In the mind the devil working overtime
Hey!!
Whoever has seen what I've seen, doesn't care for a replay
The law of scoundrels made life full of flaws
That's why my existence, today, only makes sense in battle
Where normal is not to have peace, to wait for the mother who doesn't come
Feel cold, hungry, not have what everyone else has
Be ashamed of the mirror, in fact, to mirror oneself in who?
Jump over the bodies on the way, thinking that's normal too
What's left? Fight to feel alive
Today MCs want parties, I still want reasons!

Goodbye Goodbye (let it be as God wills)
My love, don't forget me (no, no)
I'll pray until good times, my man
To avoid bad times

Tell them Zumbi is back, you know! At the boom time
You will remember that the clenched fist is more than the SLUM logo
Nerve of pain, I carry in my eyes, Xangô and Ogum
The weak fall, dead weight is not carried, that's rule one
Through massacre every day
I learned that if innocence meant security, children wouldn't die
My hope died young, and instead of feeling fear of the slaughter
The rest of me swore revenge
I unite the hoodlums, to honor them in memory
Some say it makes money (does it?), we make history
They are pigs in a pigsty of ingloriousness
Brother, don't you think that explains too much for those who are right?!
For years, guys traffic in the backyard
If the rich don't get their share, they cause a funeral
Blacks piled up by brutal racism
There is no justice, I want revenge, fuck it, now it's personal!