Relato Sagrado Part. 2

Another sacred story, of a consecrated madman
On the locomotive for popcorn, things are lean here
Spread poison in the lives of allies
And yet we managed to walk armed

One day everything changes, I abandoned the brass knuckles
I went with a rifle, came back with an M16
Leaving São Jorge, from Union 1 to 6
It's us here again, however, it was God who made it

With each mission, a new memory
In my shack, in the old days, it was tense
I already had a Glock, the younger ones with a .38 in hand
I was a hero to them, they were my restraint

With each robbery I committed, I strengthened
Most around me seemed to be with me
It gives me chills, wow, our Ave Maria
The shacks were wood, few were brick

I take as an example the mistakes of others
In the midst of a shootout, some verses I read
If I talk about prison, we always came and went
My soul was empty, but my pocket was full

The girls I hooked up with loved the life I hate
They found it beautiful, my mother found it ugly
Sunday morning, criminals in church
And the common folk prayed for me, said, God protect him!

One day I arrived there with blood on my shirt
An angel on crutches came towards me
In the revelation, he spoke of the Uzi in the drawer
When she prayed, my vision went black, and I passed out

You don't know what it's like, they tried to bury me
But they forgot I am a seed
You don't know what it's like
You only heard the name, my story is different
You don't know what it's like, they tried to bury me
But they forgot I am a seed
You don't know what it's like
You only heard the name, my story is different

The harvest is mandatory
It makes you the smartest donkey in history
And getting out of jail will be worse at first
30 days in isolation or 90 in punishment

In prison, I met some really bad criminals
Those who don't pray before sleeping
Those who, before dying, shout 'Jesus, I can't find the light'
In the dungeon, a sly seesaw

Blood flows, it's a mess, I was in the rhythm of the team
The plan was to blow up the wall with my dynamite
Tuberculosis is grapes, gastritis doesn't exist
Everything here is an ulcer, escaping from here is not a movie

Prison is not just jail, freedom is not just the street
There are free men behind bars
And men imprisoned out here
Enjoy your weed inside your belly
In the rebellion, you will see the end of life

These thoughts were written inside
The shock wanted the lyrics, I always swallowed the lyrics
To not lose the ideas, I competed in the stomach
If this bothers you, it doesn't bother me

25 rap isn't for any kid
For me, it came by the ton and not just 1 kg
It's alternative rap, it makes love and homicide
To understand this shit, it's better to give in

You don't know what it's like, they tried to bury me
But they forgot I am a seed
You don't know what it's like
You only heard the name, my story is different
You don't know what it's like, they tried to bury me
But they forgot I am a seed
You don't know what it's like
You only heard the name, my story is different