País da Fome (Homens Animais) (feat. DJ Cia)

Not only Louquinho and Pesquila lie
Lord, the pain of yours inherited, at least I ask for peace
The poor defendant is now gall, before the animals
And the beauty turns into a beast, and more
Jão, I even remember the past
Several crazy people at home, the atmosphere was tense
Only thief of a thousand degrees, the atmosphere was bad
Heats the dish, stretches, serves the crime in a moral and such
A big reason to call the 12
Yeah, if men invaded, they would catch a bunch
Yeah, thief, there were some crazy ones who signed up and went in a group
Some from Canão, some from Bronks, some from Conde
Louquinho, my best friend to this day
Joined the 157, didn't want the 12 for him
Yeah, he didn't need a thief's resume
Like, to have respect or admiration
Like many around here, Louquinho thought big
Sold some fruits, took care of cars
At 12, rá-tá-tá; at 15, wanted to stop
At 16, said that the white for crime only delays
Worked hard and strong
For the breakdown was never with loc
Nobles, spoke about him, in order
On cold nights by the fire, robbery was my theme
For those born in the south zone, suffering is evident
There's no peace here, there's no sincerity
There's no son of a bitch without malice
Necessity; in Espraiada, crime at your door
Also police and revolver, drugs, the way to the countryside
It's obvious that here the statistics tell me:
In the sneak or then you know, just quietly
I will never give in, I always think like this:
"I'm the one who can't make mistakes, fuck the common people"
In humility I might even succeed
Warning in mind, Oxalá guides me here permanently
Common people have a burning eye, sometimes complicating things
Just to fuck you, call the DEIC
I saw in more sheets, I see you so suddenly
You're in Brooklin, Bronks, yeah, Pedrinha, or, then, Itapevi
I don't like this movie, the script is fucked up
Don't even call me, being a victim of crime, genocidal
Crookedness, betrayal, revolt, drugs
False friendships and bitches around you
Involvements with others, perhaps
Cinematic action, frames the boat, sang, chromed
When I returned home, I commented:
"Crime, man? Dog's profession, ambush"
When I returned, he told me: "ambush"
He said that crime is always a set trap
The first one who sticks his face in
Disposition, goes to the party
Goes in two, three, falls, responsibility for several
When they fall, many of them panic, kill
Warrior who is not a warrior flees, just travels
I don't like this movie, the script doesn't even call me
Being a victim of crime, genocidal
Ah, no!
Mother, give me your blessing
I know that fear is not the perfect place to keep time
South, Sampa, Brazil, here without you
For me, I'm living in the dark, not long ago Deda left, and it's fucked up
When I remember you, fear is the common people
They change from water to wine, their eyes bulge, they shoot
And they shoot themselves, Pelé
Some beat, get drunk, others kill women
Several times I saw in the South, not even a month
Binha arrived at my house, calling: Bagana took six
I mentioned this, Maurinho, acted like Exu that I saw, man
If I find out who killed him, there's no forgiveness, ah, no
Lord, give me more faith
I'm living in the streets, in the middle of an army
Faith is more valuable here in Brooklin-Sul
I'm living in the corners, dodging the rubble
Where I come from, thief, millions have children
Born, ten at once, nine out, go
Justice, attitude, my father
Today the key, secret, I know, I can live much better
I just didn't want Naldinho to go through this
He met glue, got high on powder, stopped at the rock
It was like these, I don't know if it fits, hurry up attitude
He was found in São Luís shot, strands
I realized, after shooting, takes several to rest
Eduardo's death made Louco a bad guy

The poor defendant
Now is gall
Animal men

Rumors are rumors, those who live are warriors
Canão favela, the heir is the first
Rumors are rumors, those who live are warriors
Canão favela, the heir is the first
Rumors are rumors, those who live are warriors
Canão favela, the heir is the first
Rumors are rumors, those who live are warriors
Canão favela, only the good heir

Ah, no
Lord, give me more faith
I'm living in the streets, in the middle of an army
Peace is more valuable in the South
I'm living in the corners, dodging the rubble
Where I come from, I know, millions have children
Born, ten at once, nine out, go
Justice, attitude, father
I know, it's the key, it's the secret, I'll live much better
Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace, peace...

The poor defendant
Now is gall
Animal men
The poor defendant
Now is gall
Animal men! (Animal men)
The poor defendant
Now is gall
Animal men (Animal men)
The poor defendant
Now is gall
Animal men (Animal men, animals)
The poor defendant
Now is gall
Animal men (Animal men)