País de Fome

Ah! The anger increases in me yes
For what I think, believe and see here
Even Loquinho didn't say goodbye to me, left me alone
Part of Canão God took
One of these days he himself spoke to me
Land of Hunger, deep in a cell a man thinks
Blood in the eyes, wild animal
Terrorist yes in the tapes, was effective would go all the way
Ran over, represented the neighborhood in the end
My brother Shaw Lin and Risonho
Eduardo, that name brought nostalgia
With sneakers and sweatshirt, Passat Gol wheels
Cost makes us believe scoundrels kill good people
For the brothers who stayed, may peace be with them
I pull a joint and consider
It's in the humble way that crime acts
Who has never gone astray with about 30 cracked
In the hood where I live, arrived and represented
What compromises us is that the scoundrelism grows
I see in the poison, don't want to test
Bad news yes, I had to be strong
It brought me nostalgia and immortality
So, September 4th, Thursday afternoon
Me without the Monza and the Passat
The owners are cowards, they're in the dump
My brother, my other face
That's where I lost my better half
Who survived the evil in prison
Itapetininga prison took three and escaped
See my brother Edi, nostalgia follows me
Strengthens me if you mark much more you know why thief?

Brooklin, Brooklyn, now without Deda
Only Júlio and Paulinho
Brooklin, Brooklyn, Larissa, Anderson
Thamires my children
Brooklin, Brooklyn, Natasha, Willian
Beatriz my nieces
Brooklin, Brooklyn, 2001
Rap is a portal, it's my path

I can't even stop, I can't stress
I have to continue, the responsibility will show and prove
That the conscience is still firm
The majority in the hood is still fire in the wood
Intelligent man type A, bandit
At any moment arrives in the hood, respects and rolls a joint
Never forgets the reality of all this
In the world out there I know rap is commitment!
But without ignoring, it's just to get rid of
Where are the gangs that acted tough
Who is can't hug titititi blahblahblah
Changed the subject, crossed the line, respect ended no
Believe me even the crazy ones feel it's difficult yes
Very sad it's hard to be happy
This reminds me of a kid trampled in Anhembi
It was like that, I didn't step on but there were those who did
I just say Amen, the guilty will rise, the pain is bad
And if it's really what they said I don't mark
The embalos go to hell, crime is a snap
Humility has always been exalted at the best moment ah
It has to be 100% Sabotage
To have more humility just take Sustagem
You know, life is reality not a movie
No one is a real hero not even Holyfield
Brooklin, Brooklyn, being a scoundrel is living like this
No trouble and no debt in the end
Brooklin, Brooklyn, from Conde to Canão
From Jardim Miriam to Itaim
Brooklin, Brooklyn, favela of Zóião, Piolho and Cacuri
Brooklin, Brooklyn, from Edite to Capão
From Campo Belo to Morumbi;

Even the crazy ones feel it's hard to be happy
I see an unhappy person around here still tells me
That even the crazy ones feel it when they see the snap
In the South Zone I registered it's already gone
It's my face RZO, it's my face Brooklyn
It's my face to be Happy, it's not easy to be happy
South Zone ... West Zone