Avareza

Maria, run and take the clothes off the clothesline
Because the weather turned, it's going to rain on my soirée
A lightning came from the sky, planted on the ground a surreal plant
The greedy man with his evil thoughts
Oh, my lord, ah, it's not an apology
My use is cultural, it has instructions and medication
You give me the honey, the whole problem is communication
The cruelest industry is the industry of money
But João used to rap, he went to buy a joint
For his mother Luzia, who suffered from diabetes and schizophrenia
And other soul diseases she never mentioned
Favela ZIP code, Virgin Mary, help the son of saint Luzia
He was approached by the police car and forced to say what he didn't know
Literature, but, however, this social wound has no suture
Oh, my lord, I'm not a criminal
I'm poor, but my mother gave me a good education
I went through difficulties and in the city I saw the dog man
And the foolishness that distracts the heart
While my uncle Tião do Caminhão who lives in Sepetiba
Thinks God is pissed off, and says smoking weed is for slowpokes
But speed matters less than direction

Holy Mary, ganja, ganja, mother of God
Muse of my poetry, how much magic, deliver me from the Pharisees
Free holy Mary, ganja, ganja, mother of God
Muse of my poetry, how much magic, deliver me from the Pharisees
Free holy Mary, free holy Mary, free holy Mary

And so, the greedy man put the Sun in his pocket and made for himself the gray sky
He dined alone with his best argument
Ended up in a palace of loneliness, cement and God knows what
He cast pearls before swine, before drunks and before you
Your true love passes on prime time TV, or in the city
I'm tired of your cheesy Afternoon Session flow
How much is your longing worth? Share half with me?
I don't deserve it, but I thank you for your cunning

The greedy man is afraid of the hill
My DVD costs five bucks (larara)
They caught the street vendor and the cops are at the market
Missing the 90s without borders
The greedy man is afraid of the hill
My DVD costs five bucks (larara)
They caught the street vendor and the cops are at the market
Missing the 90s without borders

(Holy Mary)
(Holy Mary)
Marijuana!