Vida Loka (Pt. 1)

Faith in God that he is just!
Hey brother, never forget
On guard, warrior, raise your head, trout
Wherever you are, whatever
Have faith, because even in the landfill, flowers grow
Pray for us, pastor, brother, remember us
In tonight's service, firm, stay hot, I
I admire believers, excuse me here
Just a function, just a table, sorry, sorry
I sometimes feel a little insecure
Like a mutt, with no faith in the future
Someone comes there, who will be, who will be my good
Give me my sweatshirt piercing toy
Because the beaks that see me, with the trout in the club
Try to see, you want to know, but you don't see anything about me
Because trust is an ungrateful woman
Who kisses you, hugs you, steals you and kills you
Discredit, don't even think, just that
If a fly threatens, catches me, I step on it
The beak went down the throat, oh, chop thieves
He was at home on the mission, bumping into me at Cohab
With a loose shirt, you'll know, God knows
What's wrong with me, the enemy doesn't want me
The bell rang (plim), to plot my end
Two armed crazy people, yes, a lighter and a fuse, I
Ready to call, my black girl to talk
That I fucked his girl, oh, if she was there
Bitch, liar, I've never seen it, it sucked
Evil spirit, pussy dog and skirt
I've never been to Talarico, here's the thing
I'm right for the right, like 10 and 10 is 20
Have you ever thought, crazy? And if I'm with my son on the couch
Of hesitation, and unarmed was that
No guilt, no chance, try to open your mouth
I was going for it without knowing it, you see, Vida Loka!
Oh what a crazy life!

But not on the street!
Even Jack! There are those who pass a cloth
Impostor, asks for black, passes for a scoundrel
Envy exists, and every 10, 5 is in evil
The mother of sin, capital is vanity
But if it's to be resolved, to get involved, my name goes, I'll go
What to do, if jail is for men
Naughty me? No, no one is stupid
If you want war, you will have it, if you want peace, I want it double
But a worm is a worm, that's what it is
Crawling on the floor, always underfoot
And speak once, twice, if you dial up to three
On Wednesday, checkmate like chess
I'm a rap warrior, always on high voltage
One by one, God for us, I'm just passing through
Crazy life, I have no gift for victims
Justice and freedom, the cause is legitimate
My rap makes the song of the crazy and the romantic, I'm going
For a child's smile, wherever I go
And for the partners, I have to offer my presence
Maybe even confusing, but real and intense
My best Marvin Gaye, Saturday on the waterfront
What will be, will be, and we will go to the end
Call me, call us, wherever I need to go
In paradise or on judgment day, pastor
And call me, and the brothers, that's the point I ask
Favela, fundão, immortal in my verses
Crazy life!
Oh Loka Life!
Grelo is Vida Loka!
It's Vida Loka!