Crime Vai e Vem

-Man, did you see how many cops are in the area, man?
-Yeah, so, is the hill in trouble, man? So, going to jail at the end of the year won't work... Look who's coming, brother
-Hey Claudio, what's up?
-Hey, what's up, family? How's the hill?
-So, the hill is like that, right, man? So you have to be alert, because it's full of cops, full of geese
-So, I'm messed up, man, came to get back up
-So, let's hang out, right?

See that dude standing there
Planning with the guys on the corner
Involved with crack, marijuana, and cocaine
Served time, did his part
Paid what he owed but now he's back
Missing the hood, the family
Heart embittered by the time lost on the island
To rise now is all, nothing else matters
Crazy is plenty, the hill is full, no shortage
These years he waited patiently
The limit is a border created only by the mind
Count on what remains and not on what was lost
Who lives in the past is memory, museum
Money, secret, keyword
Manipulates the world and articulates the truth
Buys silence, sets up the militia
Pays for peace, buys politics
In the eyes of society, he's just another criminal
And the criminals pay the price for life
Life between hatred, betrayal, and respect
Between the bullet in the needle and the knife plunged into the chest
Like that
No one there plays with fire
Loser doesn't enter this game
It's like on a chessboard
Checkmate, life or death
1, 2, 3, look closely
Stop, think, nothing to lose
The accused defendant has already been programmed to die
Who's up for debate (believe me)
Who falls into the net is a fish, there's nowhere to run

Crime comes, crime goes
The hood is normal and so am I
The movement makes money without a problem
Consumption is high as the system demands
Crime comes, crime goes
The hood is normal and so am I
Where there's fire; there's smoke
Where drugs arrive, it's inevitable, it clouds

I'm here with a nine in hand
Surrounded by drugs and a lot of determination, thief
I've been labeled by society
One step closer to staying in criminality
My daily life is a test of survival
I'm already in life, so, patience
I don't want jail, I won't go back ever
Hey dude, if it's meant to be, I want more
This place is a den, a nest of serpents
You have to be crazy to come head-on
My old lady can't pass poison
She's old and my kid is still young
One brother died, the other got married
Got out of this shit, firmness threw himself
Only I stayed biding my time here
Tried to avoid it but couldn't, there
If my future is already mapped out
I'll go all the way just to see the outcome
I want money and a better life
Before my castle turns to dust

Alone, the addiction to death is for sale
In every street a soul
In every soul an order
Consumption for some is a threat
Several slip, falter, become prey
There's a dude here taking several sniffs
Sniffs for hours
Let it drop
It's intensity all the time
Latin quarter, São Paulo to Rio de Janeiro
It makes a lot of money, dollars
Sociopath
In this business they're like vultures in the deal
Night falls, the fever rises
It can be peaceful or a violent curve
-So, let's finish rolling a joint to go on our way, brother
-Okay, okay, man
-Go, go, go, go, go, everyone hands on your head, hands on your head, where's the joint, brother... Go, who's Claudio there? Go, who's Claudio there in the joint?

Trafficking no longer locks secrets
It's 3 a.m. and for some crazy people it's still early
On the corner, at the favela entrance
A lookout mule
Smoking in the alley
-Where's Claudio?

Hey, Claudio is lost
Fugitive from the hood
He left everything with me
The geese are in a frenzy
But a bust is money
I'm alert every moment, partner
August crosses the winter
The angels in the sky guide my steps walking in hell
The road to the end will be eternal
What's up, it's vulnerable
Likely for me
Let it be like this
One wins and the other loses
While one crazy sniffs, the demon has fun

The poor, the black, in the ghetto it's always like this
Time doesn't stop
The war has no end
Crime and the favela are side by side
Like two allies
The lighter and the cigarette
In the alley, in the alley, in the dead-end street
On the corner of the hood
It continues like this in the same life
Routine that goes on and continues
Victorious is the one who maybe, manages to survive
And not lie riddled with bullets
Like on street D, bloodied in the middle of the ditch
A lot of caution is still not enough
Armed dude, traitor, walking like crazy
Dude passing some stolen stuff
Risky game, but who's worried?
Subject or asshole, hero or villain
Each. 40 in mind, different reaction
Each road a lesson
From life itself
Each path a shortcut
An attempt
The quality here is the worst
Several crazy people giving their blood for better days
A cavernous coup was given
The unemployment machine
Produces criminals
With a beret, tattooed, shirtless
In shorts, in the pawn, in the same vibe
Gang formation leads the crime
Outlaw, I know, I watch movies
Las Vegas the boss spins the roulette
Controls everything, at the tip of the pen
Feeling in the throat, the bitterness of gall
With organized crime, in the tower of Babel
Smart is the one who goes to bed early
With a square on the waist it's no longer a secret
Don't be afraid, so why did you come here?
It's a cold war and you're right in the middle
Crossfire, north side
Only scoundrels, crime, and death
Good luck