Está Chegando a Hora (Abre Alas)

For those who have been working since they were 13, never resorted to the 12
Value what they achieve, won't want to live pretending
I rap in Rio, buddy, you got the guts
Land of samba, of masters, in the midst of trickery
No boss, no fakeness, to live truly
I gave my blood for this, like it or not, I did my part
Screw your blog, my name is in the city
My rhyme in the voice of the people, the real people
Who know I resist all this lie
Because I've never been standard, I bring the alternative
From dream to reality, from ecstasy to pain
You can talk about hate, but you can talk about love
The gift is the life that gives and gives, believe it
Sometimes twisted words, sometimes laiá-laiá (huh)
I have the soul of a warrior who never gave up
Flags raised, hands up, here we come

Make way for my revelry
It's almost time
Make way for my flag
It's almost time

A good hustler always has friends around
Family? Takes care so it never turns around
So, you can think, if you even think about the choice
Of having art in your head up to the wall you guard
It wasn't always like this, but you've seen my art on the street
Your girl listens to my rap but each to their own
Baggy pants or skinny jeans, a cap and some kicks
No shame in being from the hood, locking the chains
We planted the seeds, now we reap victories
Hearing the sound go from the street to the radio, to the dance floor
It's easy, lost sight, we're strong in the game
My struggle, my story, my glory, my people
Not a replay, as the king commands, again
I've said my family sets fire (huh)
I'm from Andara and I can't deny
And I won't, oh, make way 'cause I wanna pass (let's go)

Make way for my revelry
It's almost time
Make way for my flag
It's almost time

Make way for my revelry
It's almost time
Make way for my flag
It's almost time

Pay attention, pay attention
Pay attention, pay attention, attention