Chá de Vida (feat. MC Hariel)

Ah-ah
It's marks again (it's DJ pereira, original)

The fear of poverty has been haunting me for a long time
I'm afraid of not having enough time to succeed
Enough to lie down on a soft bed
Hot shower, nap in the TV room

The system is corrupted, it turns things around
How convenient to keep the poor, poorer, isolated?
Living to serve the bourgeoisie, the state's slave
Who brainwashes the mind of another person from the slums

Dreaming a lot, but knowing deep down
The end is sad, as Hari's brother used to say
No easy life, you have to work twice as hard
Seek hope to feel motivated

Dreaming a lot, but knowing deep down
The end is sad, as Hari's brother used to say
No easy life, you have to work twice as hard
Seek hope to feel motivated

The best thing is to fly above the clouds
And see how small human beings are
Running in circles throughout their whole lives
Only to end up dying from their own poison

While money is worth more than ten thousand bodies
And freedom? They censored my talent
Your value sums up how much you have in your pocket
Who will cry or smile in the new times

Maybe, one day I'll change from here
Even if I have to take a life tea
Learning to overcome myself

Maybe, one day I'll change from here
Even if I have to take a life tea
Learning to overcome myself

A life tea (learning to overcome myself)
Life tea, a life tea (uoh, yeah)
Without formality, exact formulas
I prefer to rely on chance
Taking into account the purity of the soul
I'm already prepared for whatever comes

Rhyming, sometimes a bit off-key
Personality so I don't go with the flow
Whenever life shows the thorny path
The gardener shows the flowers in a minefield

From atomic bombs, armed forces
To drums in the alley, filled with bullets
Violence generates itself, doubled
I only see blood in my neighborhoods

It's not in the slum that drugs are made
It's not in the slum that weapons are produced
But it's in the slum that innocent blood spills
And the poor's life flows as if it were nothing

It's not in the slum that drugs are made
It's not in the slum that weapons are produced
But it's in the slum that innocent blood spills
And the poor's life flows

Maybe, one day I'll change from here
Even if I have to take a life tea
Learning to overcome myself

Maybe, one day I'll change from here
Even if I have to take a life tea
Learning to overcome myself
Learning to overcome myself

Maybe, one day I'll change from here
Even if I have to take a life tea
Learning to overcome myself
Learning to overcome myself

(It's DJ pereira, original)