Sacrifício (part. Sam The Kid)

Because niggas
They talk a lot about what rap is and what rap isn't
But they don't know what rap really is until they hit the streets, you know what I'm sayin'?
You can listen to whatever's on Antena 3, or Blitz or whatever
But you ain't really listening to rap, you know what I'm sayin'?
Wanna hear rap? You wanna hear the real shit?
You gotta come here, to the hood, you feel me?

I grew up in a neighborhood two minutes from Linhó prison
In the neighborhood, the house that got raided the most by the cops
I improvised a lot on the corner before I turned pro
To write platinum rhymes before I turned to dust
Most of the time I was with someone, but still felt alone
Pouring whiskey down my throat to loosen the knot
On training days I wore a tracksuit, never a suit
Hospital sheet stained with blood, I was in the ER

Problems never come alone, one or two is normal
Life gives you a bit but never in plural
You try to stay focused but you need some morale
For every visionary, there's always someone who sees it wrong
Because success has a price that ain't just cash
Family ain't just for birthdays and Christmas
Friends don't get it when you're being fair
Sometimes life is complicated like that kid Sayal

Welcome to the sacrifice, blood, tears, and sweat
Welcome to the place where things go from bad to worse
Where those who leave the penitentiary never come back better
Where some cry and pray at home for God to hurry
And life here ain't a bed of roses, drugs ain't that sweet
When I was a kid, I smoked blunts before breakfast
Wanted to paint a new world but got stuck on the sketch
My homie who used to just chill without realizing got hooked

If you think the blame is on the seller, you were misled
You only see the face of the seller, can't imagine who brought it
You'll never know what it's like to live with a noose around your neck
And that kid Alex couldn't take it, he hung himself
I try to get inspired by this to do what's right
I pray to God but I know the devil's close
Everything you saw in movies, I saw under my roof
Now even the rich kids show me love

Speaking of love, it often affected me
And I always acted right with those who doubted me
I'm not one to complain, that's how life taught me
So I thank those who always supported me
In the Jamaica studio where it all began
But nothing was the same after the group ended
With the Ghettosupastars, we blew up with a sound
A bit of fame and everyone backed off

But deep down I know that some bad things come for the good
I have about a hundred tracks that I recorded but never released
Did things with my homies that I never told anyone
And to this day I don't sleep well 'cause I'm living outside the law
With everything to fail but I didn't, I slipped but didn't fall
Don P failed but the money goes and comes
Whag1 talked to me and my boy Fábio too
Today I thank Bridgetown in my mom's name

And I won't lie to you, I had a time on other paths
Busy selling chestnuts far from São Martinho
I was in bad company so I went solo
I turned up the sub in my room, woke up my neighbor
Stories of My Life, blood on the parchment
But I put 27 on the map, just tapping lightly
I had no dad or stepdad, much less a godfather
Nigga, I'm Sam The Kid's uncle, the rappers are my nephews

(Our guest today, Uncle Dudubi)
(MC Plutónio, you know how it is)
(What's up, b?)

I didn't need to step on anyone, fail anyone
But I admit I messed up many times
They doubted me and I doubted too
That one day I'd make my mom proud
I didn't need to step on anyone, fail anyone
But I admit I messed up many times
They doubted me and I doubted too
That one day I'd make my mom proud
I made so many sacrifices, sacrifices to succeed
And you without sacrifices, sacrifices won't get there
Bro, I made sacrifices, sacrifices to succeed
And you without sacrifices, sacrifices won't get there

Ghetto music, musi-, ghetto music
Ghetto music, blood, tears, sweat
Ghetto music, musi-, ghetto music
Ghetto music, blood, tears, sweat