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It seems like crack, but it's just insecurity,
Fu inessa, with the piece, the goose beak,
It stresses, of course, it tires,
Whiskey, neon, dim light, she dances,
It's me and my demons as always,
The cigarette, one of the hot, without faith,
Everything it says - lies,
Rock bottom, it's tough, and the owner of pain feels,
Love, I sought, like a melancholic samba,
The light staggers, the leg wobbles,
Dependent, a cross in the plexus, a depressing reflection,
Life slipped through my fingers,
Like water down the sink, cold, oh Mary,
Bro, a human being, in an inhuman state, messed up man,
Which orixá will cover me? 2012, the world is ending, and screw it,
...
Let them know that the sky is falling,
What's worse, hitting rock bottom or keep falling?

How many hells have I crossed? I've passed, without an angel to sing,
How many seas have I crossed? I've followed, without light to guide,
Listening only to click-clack-click-clack--boom!

Police here, kill more than Tuskegee,
Free murderers, people calm like Kenny G,
Ghetto like nothing,
Beak trembles if they see we're still public enemy,
It's 1, 2 to explode,
Pick do re mi and boooom,
It's over, no camera zoom,
From the chamber, pain is what comes to us,
The hood, it's a bomb of moral effect,
From those who have no morals to say anything,
Dark boots, gloomy futures,
I mingle in the walls, I bury myself and swear,
That I will charge with interest,
I'm a tough game, no loopholes, pure, I refine, I don't endure,
I secure, I heal, against the dark ideals,
Of the government, cartel or clan,
My role is to teach the people to say huh-huh,
Without spreading legs like a can-can dance,
To us head,
Hating enemies of the people saw Kassab,
They burn favelas, control the media and distort information,
Their mandates are numbered days,
Our fight won't