Filho da Tragédia (feat. Leall e L7nnon)

Raflow

My brothers winning in life
And on the corner of the street life defeated the brothers
The genocidal state encourages
Today the youngest has hatred but once had a dream
So they had no way out
Inside the house the problems just keep increasing
For the addict to attack you
Have you ever experienced this to judge

It's that you're not worth what you are
You're worth what you have in your pocket
A bunch focused on Nike Air
I focused on getting my mom out of the pit
We know who the real ones are
Different from those who want to act like good guys
So choose either hand or foot
To learn to respect other women

We don't have intimacy
Maybe that's why the expression on my face
My smile doesn't mean I'm okay
Several crazy things that are even disgusting to think about
We suffer so much cowardice
But we will never commit it
You reap what you sow one day the payment is severe
So run young one to not live in the middle of this war
But thank God they are getting inspired

My brothers winning in life
And on the corner of the street life defeated the brothers
The genocidal state encourages
The youngest full of hatred but once had a dream
A bunch had no way out
Inside the house the problems just keep increasing
For the addict to attack you
Have you ever experienced this to judge

Leall

I remember I was starting to get to know Brazil my brother fell from inside the cell
So much violence the fashion conduct
Street artist son of tragedy
I find it funny rich kid from the playground thinking this is a vacation colony
Severe rules war, shooting
Don't put God in the middle of all this shit

Everyone around me tells me to hurry
I made them think I was dead
At the bottom of the pit I set up my piece
I hear them only talking about effort without discipline in the favela
They talk about paper but I am the fire
I know this game I don't follow these rules
I feel slow
In the third bottle in some nightclub
I receive contracts
Send them and I'll pay
These guys are rats behind every cheese
Every black that emerges in the market
Your empty cup manager
My ex-convict manager

L7nnon

Lack of opportunity without food at home
Even the bread was missing
Tired of being disrespected the young one embraced the shift
Mother addicted to crack
Father to booze
He responsible for his brother
The coin was missing
I even feel embarrassed
Several in this condition

If only I could wake up and say this was all just a nightmare
If only these streets weren't painted with blood in Rio de Janeiro
That your brothers didn't turn into Judas
Out of greed, for money
That saying made sense and the last ones were the first

Stop messing with other women
If not it's fire and gasoline
Microwave
And not even the waves surfed by Medina
Keeping silent on the street even though there's a mouth on every corner
Crack making addicts rob with a knife
As if it were fencing

We don't force sympathy
Or tell lies to get away with it
We talk about reality giving the vision like an old bandit
Always taking responsibility and in the hierarchy I remember my friends
Just put it on the scale
And see if it's worth it to mess with me

Raflow

My brothers winning in life
And on the corner of the street life defeated the brothers
The genocidal state encourages
Today the youngest has hatred but once had a dream
So they had no way out
Inside the house the problems just keep increasing
For the addict to attack you
Have you ever experienced this to judge