Vida Loka, Pt. 2

(Total firmness, another year passing by)
(Thank God we're healthy, right?)
(Lots of collectivity in the hood, money in the pocket)
(No misery, it's us)

(Let's toast to today)
(For tomorrow belongs only to God)
(Life is crazy)

Let me tell you
Everything, everything, everything goes, it's all a phase, brother
Soon we'll rock the world
With an elite chain, 18 karats
Put on your wrist a Breitling right away
How about that? Is it good?

With a Bausch & Lomb magnifying glass
White and red hat
Champagne in the air, to open our paths
Poor is the devil, I hate ostentation
You can laugh, laugh, but don't disbelieve
It's just a matter of time for the end of suffering
A toast to the warriors, I lament for the common folks
Worms that only weigh on Earth
Take your eyes off, take your eyes off, see if you miss me
I sleep ready for war and I wasn't like this
I have hatred and I know it's bad for me
What to do if it's like this? Crazy life, intense
The smell is of gunpowder and I prefer roses
And I, and I who always wanted a place
Grassy and clean, like this, green as the sea
White fences, a rubber tree with a scale
Flying kites, surrounded by children

How, how, Brown
Wake up, good blood
This is Capão Redondo, tru, not Pokémon
South zone is backwards, it's concentrated stress
A heart wounded per square meter

How much longer will I resist?
Worse, I've already seen my good side in the ICU
My angel of forgiveness was good, but it's weak
Blame the filthy with opaque spirit
I wanted to have to test and see
A bundle with glory, fame, wrapped in a package
If that's what you want, come get it
Throw it in a river of shit and see many jump
Money is tough
In the hands of a slum dweller, it's a big throat
In the crisis, many ninety-niners crumble
I'll play to win, my money comes and goes
However, whoever has, has
I don't grow jealous of anyone

What has to be, will be mine
It's written in the stars, go complain to God
Imagine us in an Audi or Citroën
Going here, going there, just back and forth
In Capão, in Apurá, I'll stick around
In Pedreira do São Bento
In Fundão, in the pião, Friday
With a sunroof, the moonlight represents
Listening to Cassiano, hah, the cops can't handle

But if it doesn't work out, man, what's the big deal?
The important thing is us here together next year
And the path to happiness still exists
It's a narrow trail, in the midst of the sad jungle
How much would you pay to see your mother now
And never see your kid leave again?
Give the house, give the car, a Glock and a FAL
Climb blind, on your knees, a thousand and one steps
Hot as a thousand degrees what the warrior says
The prosecutor is just a man, God is the judge
While the common folks stoned the cross
And the scoundrel, in uniform, spat on Jesus
Oh, at the 45th minute, repentant
Saved and forgiven is Dimas, the bandit

It's crazy stuff, gives you chills right away, oh
Dimas, the first crazy life in history
I say: Glory, glory, I know God is here
And only those who are, only those who are will feel

And my faithful warriors
I want to hear, I want to hear
And my faithful warriors
I want to hear, brother

Programmed to die we are (on the right side of the Father)
Right is right, believe in whatever comes (it's hot)

Firmness, it's not a matter of luxury, not a matter of color
It's a matter of abundance that delights the sufferer
It's not a matter of being cool, man, that's the idea
Misery brings sadness and vice versa
Unconsciously comes to my whole mind
In the sneaker store, the look of the happy partner
Of being able to buy the blue, the red
The counter, the mirror, the stock, the model
It doesn't matter, money is a whore and opens doors
To the sand castles you want
Black and money are rival words, right?
So show these asses how it's done

Your funeral was as dramatic as an old blues
But stylish, forgive me, like a bandit
Time to think, want to stop? What do you want?
To live a little like a king or a lot like a commoner?

Sometimes I think that every black like me
Just wants a plot of land in the woods just for themselves
Without luxury, barefoot, swimming in a stream
Without hunger, picking fruit from the bunch
There, buddy, that's what I think, I want that too
But in São Paulo God is a hundred-dollar bill
Crazy life

Because the warrior of faith never freezes
Doesn't please the unjust and doesn't back down
The King of kings was betrayed and bled on this earth
But to die like a man is the prize of war
But hey, as it goes, if needed
To drown in your own blood, so be it
Our spirit is immortal, blood of my blood
Between the sword cut and the rose perfume
Without honorable mention, without massage
Life is crazy, man
I'm just passing through

To Dimas, the first
Health, warrior!
Dimas, Dimas, Dimas