Vida Bandida 2

Whisky Royal Salute, porcelain bottle
Spending 20, 30 thousand every weekend
From the top of the VIP area, it was raining 100 bills
I carried equipment that not even the police have

Maximum security by my side, heavy arsenal
And the sharpest crew
Lacoste-clad army from end to end in the favela
Who challenged death to overcome poverty

And there, in my camouflaged tank
It was easy to chill
Because besides being armored
It was also a spaceship

The escape from the biggest police operation
My face on the newspaper every day
It's inside the federal prison that we reflect
Stop, analyze and sometimes recognize

There's nothing that brings freedom
And no torture more cruel than longing
Behind bars, there's no recovery
It only feeds the hatred we have in our hearts

Come, lover of money and danger
Bad example to be followed
Bullet train driver, surrounded and pursued, however
But with the system, the outburst is in the trigger
I'm not abandoned
Because God is my judge, Jesus Christ, lawyer
Amen

I know I went back to F, it wasn't personal
That's how I got the rank of general
With a luxurious life in the scenario of poverty
And in my area, several princesses have passed by

Above us only God and below only the ground
Because only in the look, we know the intention
I may regret but never lower myself
Those who know violence know how to value peace

This is a story, based on real events that happen
Our life is like this, the life of a carioca is like this
Completely criminal
Come on the chorus, kid

I'm a lover of money and danger
Bad example to be followed
Bullet train driver, surrounded and pursued, however
But with the system, the outburst is in the trigger
I'm not abandoned
Because God is my judge, Jesus Christ, lawyer
Amen

This is another one, criminal life, part 2