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Temples, churches, centers, synagogues
Mosques, terreiros, drumming of a hollow
Circles, forests, cities full of drugs
I pray and value the practice of yoga

Temples, churches, centers, synagogues
Mosques, terreiros, drumming of a hollow
Circles, forests, cities full of drugs
I pray and value the practice of yoga

In any corner my rhyme my saint
My sacred mantle is tears
If I fall so much it's because I get up
In the next fall, I'm ready for the fall
Don't read the law, make the law
In the land of the one-eyed king
The more I know, I know that I know nothing
Humility is what makes a sensei
For good men and for bad
Principles are means to achieve ends
Your dimension is the atmosphere that vibrates to where you are
I am more me when I think of you
Blank page ready to write
In straight lines, crooked humans try to understand each other

Temples, churches, centers, synagogues
Mosques, terreiros, drumming of a hollow
Circles, forests, cities full of drugs
I pray and value the practice of yoga

Temples, churches, centers, synagogues
Mosques, terreiros, drumming of a hollow
Circles, forests, cities full of drugs
I pray and value the practice of yoga

We are sheep of one shepherd
We are only one heart
One love only
That's why I ask please
Don't deny help he wants to help you
He always did everything he could to rescue you
Regardless of religion
God's love will overcome nothing
They want to talk without knowing why
Not knowing what to do
Rasta is not a religion
Rastafari is the way to live
And without having to change the subject
Anywhere in the world
Find people with faith
In your deepest depths

I'm not afraid to give the coup de grace
I came here for this, I came here to cause discord
Sabotage in control, the system sabotages itself
Rap is commitment, and the youngest think it's fashion
My troop trots towards the route to go down in history
May it be satisfactory, the provisional road
Divine and transitory
Simplistic, preparatory, contradictory, predatory, towards that which has no escape
Mandatory, mission of our daily bread
My migratory poetry
No inspiration or dedication
We are bastards in glory
Families created in divorces, relationships maintained by business
In the knockout era
Educators are divided between rich culture and poor books as a slap in the face
In the mind the divide between the wind that hits the face and the memories in memory
Give me one more dose buy another pack of cigarettes

Life is a game of luck, and today I'm lucky at the dice
I arrive heavy like hanckok, warrior bradock the legend as a
Oriental tattoo artist from another planet
No noisy machine, just free pen hand
My victories, my achievements, my defeats, my losses
And "boom" like magic I got another letter
Not every adult has lost their boyish side
Just as not every Jew is against the Palestinian state
Chino, Oriente, Helio Bentes, Johnny Clark & Dubatak
In those who reign pyramid, fuck the Illuminatti

Temples, churches, centers, synagogues
Mosques, terreiros, drumming of a hollow
Circles, forests, cities full of drugs
I pray and value the practice of yoga

Temples, churches, centers, synagogues
Mosques, terreiros, drumming of a hollow
Circles, forests, cities full of drugs
I pray and value the practice of yoga

And you have to have faith
You have to have faith
And if you have faith, you know what it's like
It doesn't matter if you're a Christian
Catholic, Rasta or Candomblé
You have to have faith
You have to have faith
And if you have faith, you know what it's like
If you believe in Buddha, Krishna
Selassiê, Christ or Muhammad