Padre Nuestro

Do you know me? No
So hold on
Here's the original vida loca you're talking about
Two zero zero eight
And the ghetto continues with the noose around its neck
Police invading the alley ready to kill
Behind the crazy life that I would like to pay
But you arrived late, Vida Loca graduated
He has a degree in law and is called a doctor
He wears a tie and pointy-toed shoes
If you stick it there at the congress, you'll end up confusing us
He has a degree like he knows what it is to steal
But in Brasília you don't steal hahaha! It's going to chip!
Gone are those days when you spent laziness
Today the ghetto is in the south and everything is crowded
The country's health has already died in agony
Culture and leisure are not part of your plans
It's Brazil, democracy in the favela is a loss
There, those who can obey those who have sense command

(Siren)

Will a thief have vehicle documents and licenses? What do you do?
What do I do? I'm semi-illiterate, from the Northeast
And favelado, I have three predicates, oh, I forgot
I am a fifth year law student
I was already a delegate and we only have the option
Do it like that and declare that you are a former thief
This guy is harmful he is against the system
And a law graduate will bring a lot of problems
Encouraging kids to study a little more
Go show that you have the right to just go after it
Have you ever thought, your delegate, they are the majority?
And with the anger they have towards our bourgeoisie
Not to mention the security that we provide to the cool
Who wants to see the ghetto dead, "it's recording", I said on camera
I'm back, I'm in the game fearless and without fear
Who do I think we were already Ghetto Soundtrack
Blunt as always arrogant just with his beaks
It's just that Zé knows what I think and what I say
Nothing against Moro, he already plays his role there
It's cold, assholes also have a place in heaven
I wasn't the one who wanted it like that
You don't like me
But he never declares himself, he's just a tititi
You're scared, the hood looks more like your photo
Do you think I'm a wizard that I should play the lotto?
I already said you want to kill me, come in, this is the line
Be more careful with the saying that scoundrels don't nap

Our Father who is in heaven
Sanctified if your name
Come to us your kingdom
If there is only volunteering on earth or in the sky
Forgive other offenses
So how can we forgive our horrors?

Deputy, he's lazy, he keeps provoking
Says he believes in God and isn't afraid of my pipe
He says that pipes rust, faith in God moves mountains
Studying law is everything for this guy, you can't win
He says he doesn't owe me anything because I work for the system
Hit my DVC, it's no problem here
Jeez abused guy, crazy life, hard mouth
I want to see if he would relax if today was a dictatorship
I already sent this rap to hell
Lucky you're not God, you're semi-illiterate
And first of all, it's not rap, I'm rap, sir
Do your job and respect me please
Leave your opinion, I know it's personal
To use with that guy who comes into your backyard
Who whistles and calls his dog by name
Oh, you look like playing superman
Go crazy, shut up, you've already said too much
If I didn't have a day, I'd show you how it's done
Unfortunately that's how it is, you're always right
But the God I serve vegetates to the volcano

Oh Steve! Oh Steve, you're too soft, put this guy on the line and let me talk to him
I don't know what it looks like, it just slowed down
I blinked, turned my face and Vida Loca disappeared
Here in his place is a kid, Zequinha
It's marrento ginga well, listen, stay on the line
Oh system, I'm growing with a lot of hatred for you
Studying what you want to be like
Federal Delegate to arrest all politicians
I'm full of slaps in the face, grandpa pays, it's up to me
And it will be a matter of honor to blur it on yours
You weren't all pan, our turn is coming
I'm growing up and I'm reading and I'm just getting informed
Do you think that how long will you keep humiliating us?
You came here to the ghetto and asked for a vote, we gave it to you
You went to Brasília and forgot about us
Keep thinking that it's sweet and I'll think about it tomorrow
You on a psychologist couch
None of this helps, you scoundrel, you thief
Your action there in the past today is my reaction

Our Father, you are in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Your kingdom comes to us
May your will be done whether on earth or in heaven.
Forgive our offenses
Just as we forgive ourselves for our horrors