Vale da Escuridão

Honestly brother, I swear I didn't expect it to be like this
What can I do, but if God was waiting for me
Brother, here I am again with my head held high
In the middle of the war, in the middle of the jungle I follow the trail
Of blood, among the pigs and lions in the thirst to
Be one more warrior or just a survivor
Lie why disguise, are you crazy?
Here is hatred injected from the veins to the neck
I don't sing violent rap, just speak the truth
No falsehood, no massage, no makeup
It's not my turn to betray behind backs
To have the nickname of Judas in the world I know everything is a test
To know if I'm ready, if I'm prepared
To be hot, to face the enemy escorted
You must think, Douglas is high!
But film around you and see what the system created
Worms that beat their own mother in a wheelchair
Or that rape a 13-year-old girl to have sex
Full prison, thugs in the bank
Shots for nothing in the executive with a bulletproof blazer
And here in the favela, unemployed
Family man who just wanted to have food on the plates
Of the children without having to blindly search the butcher
Or the village bakery by bike with a 12 gauge
It's crazy, retrograde thinking
Diabolic effect that brings back memories of funerals
Cries, missing those who left this crazy life
In jail or on the street invading the mansion with a hood
Shooting, exchanging with the police without mercy
For the family to see on TV dead in the police report
Another son of a poor woman who cries
Cry another poor lady!
Well, for you to see that it's not a play
History shows me that crime is not roses, it's not easy
Look ahead and walk without any scratches
In the valley of darkness

The world is sad, damn
The fuck is knowing that I'm disposable like a scouring pad
In a system that makes me trash offers me a Christ
Nailed to the cross, bleeding in a crown of thorns
My savior is not found with head down
On the contrary, the pain of Calvary brings me faith in grace
Never alone, accompanied by an army
From Porto Alegre to Brasília in all hemispheres
But wait until today I don't understand
Sufferer I was born Machiavellian from an early age
By the hatred that guides me, and the love for the favela
By the light that illuminates me and the death that awaits me
Here I am suddenly, humbly being cordial
Maybe paranormal, instinctively, phenomenal
Look here! The middle-class boys didn't speak
Rap God forbid, the place for blacks is in the slave quarters!
Time passes, the world turns
Today they admire and say we're awesome
Criminal if I'm in the drug trade then ave back
Taking a ride in the Nissan, a fat arm has a heart attack
But no, the demon gives with one hand and takes with both
That's why I do mine without growing eyes in yours
And I'm prepared for whatever comes
Is it or isn't it to the surprise of many I'm still standing
I just wanted my homies to understand
That the enemy is the one who strolls in a Mercedes
Smoking Cuban cigars on the coast of Sauípe
And not the 15-year-old kids carrying rifles
Well, I wanted to be wrong and that everything was an illusion
That it was just a figment of the imagination
Surviving in the jungle without any scratches
In the valley of darkness