Absolve Ele (Doutor Advogado) (part. Diey)

Grew up in the middle of the mess, weed, crack, and coke
Shootout every day, stray bullet and alone
Poor and suffering family, each day worse
Hustle, bakery, and now here, in jail
Not knowing what the end is, it always ends like this
Seeing only the thieves on the street with Rebook and Pixa-in
Opportunity denied several times
More culture, more leisure, judge, absolve him

Since young, fighting for a better life
Good kid never signed a police report
Life of suffering, wanted to show his worth
In the hustle for what's right, he learned what's wrong
Now a twelve in jail, not what he wanted
Living on the edge, judge absolve him
Because on the street, there's no more culture, no more leisure
So I say what to do, judge absolve him

Lots of guns in the scene, for those who want to get involved
Lots of weed and little light, high-class whores, nothing to do
Summons for the collection that the street brought in hand
Money and paying the price, go on a mission
Between misery and power, reasons to know
Opportunities are few for those who know the ground, it could be
Talking too much slang, still young as hell
Take off the handcuffs, judge