Vida Loka (Parte 1)

Because the warrior of faith never freezes
Doesn't please the unjust, and doesn't turn yellow
The king of kings, was betrayed, and bled on this land
But to die like a man is the prize of war
But oh
As needed, drown in your own blood, so it will be
Our spirit is immortal, blood of my blood
Between the cut of the sword and the scent of the rose
No honorable mention, no massage
Life is crazy, man
And I'm just passing through

Faith in God because he is just
Hey brother, never forget, on guard, warrior
Raise your head, buddy, wherever you are, however it may be
Have faith because even in the dump a flower blooms

Pray for us, pastor, remember us
In tonight's service, brother, keep it hot
I admire the believers, excuse me here
Big function, big table, pow, sorry

Sometimes I feel a bit lost, insecure
Like a stray dog with no faith in the future
Someone comes from there, who is it, who will be my good
Give me my toy to pierce the sweatshirt

Because the snitch who sees me with the guys at the party
Tries to see, wants to know about me but sees nothing
Because trust is an ungrateful woman
Who kisses you, hugs you, steals from you, and kills you
Don't doubt, just think, only about that
If a fly threatens me, I step on it

The snitch got a big throat, ró
Snitch and thug go home on a mission
Bump into me in the housing project
Wearing a loose shirt, who knows, only God knows
What's the evil with me, enemy in a scheme
Rang the bell plin, pá, plotting my end, two crazy guys
Armed yes, a lighter and a fuse
Ready to call my girl to say
That I slept with his girl, ha, if she was there
Slut, liar, never seen such a mess
Spirit of evil
Bitch and skirt

I've never been a snitch, it's like this
I walk right by the right, like 10 and 10 is 20
I think crazy, what if I'm with my son on the couch
Unarmed slip-up, that was it
Without guilt and without a chance, not even to speak
I would go in without knowing
(You see) crazy life

But in the street it's not like that, even Jack
Has those who cover up
Impostor, foot-dragger, goes to the hustler
Envy exists, and out of every 10, 5 are in malice
The mother of the deadly sins is vanity

But if it's to resolve, to get involved, my name goes
I'll do what, if prison is for men
Am I a thug? No, no one is a fool
If you want war, you'll have it
If you want peace, I want it double
But a worm is a worm, that's what it is
Crawling on the ground, always underfoot
And says 1, 2 times, if it marks even 3
On the 4th checkmate, like in chess

I am a warrior of rap
And always at high voltage
One by one, God for us, I'm just passing through
Crazy life
I have no gift for being a victim
Justice and freedom, the cause is legitimate
My rap sings for the crazy and the romantics
I'll put a child's smile wherever I go
I offer my presence to my partners
Maybe even confused, but real and intense

My best Marvin Gaye, Saturday on the highway
What will be, will be, it's us, we'll go to the end
Call me, call us, wherever it's needed
In paradise or on judgment day, pastor
And call me, and the brothers
It's the point I ask for, favela, deep
Immortal in my verses
Crazy life