Programado Pra Morrer

The rationals served as the army of the excluded
From the people of the outskirts
Mano Brown came with panic in the south zone
It was as if he had commanded
A letter here at home like the army
Do it and summon me to war

Programmed to die, we are certain, it is certain, whatever happens
Programmed to die, we are certain, it is certain, whatever happens
Programmed to die, we are certain, it is certain, whatever happens

Nap bro, when you wake up it's late
Here hair flies in the cowardly world
The human being who respects and dies for it
Whoever is, knows the vibe of the favela
The warrior of faith who does not give up like that
In the big world life is crazy, there are many against me
It is true of the ancient, trustworthy profession
Betrayal of oneself
Kills any hope
Your underworld
You're counting on your luck
Here the stakes are high, it's life or death
Aniquity sinks its ass into Noah's ark
There are many who delude themselves, who want to be what they are not
Two of the mind, he's already a scoundrel
The good blood of 2 minutes fills the chest and fails
With a smile on his face, he acted like a scoundrel
With an ambitious air, you'll see now
He wanted to make fun of my family, he swore my crown
Set the house on fire, the situation is not good
Life is crazy, man, I'm just passing through
The mission is for the warriors and the cowardice is for the cowards
Sorry God, but I'm not judging, the truth is told to those who are human

Programmed to die, we are certain, it is certain, whatever happens
Programmed to die, we are certain, it is certain, whatever happens
Programmed to die, we are certain, it is certain, whatever happens

I wake up in the middle of the night and hear a couple of gunshots
There are lots of scoundrels, but I don't sleep there
I grab the giricó, ready for the mission
Dark underworld, there is no good blood
In crime you're only worth what you have
Once you're in jail, you have nothing, you're nobody
Woman leaves you, friend forgets you
And if it's not a quarry, it goes to 5 and not 7
I remember back then, I wasn't like this
In the big world life is crazy, there are many against me
Angel of good protect me from evil
Revolutionary, bandit and such
Son of God, a crazy life of history
Programmed to die, Hail Mary and glory
A warrior is like this, he doesn't tremble, he doesn't freeze
You can come, you can laugh, what do you want, Zé Goela?
With me it's no problem, just willingness
With the system, it doesn't shake and it doesn't discredit
So God enlighten me
I share with you
Bokão born rapper we're on tape until we die

Programmed to die, we are certain, it is certain, whatever happens
Programmed to die, we are certain, it is certain, whatever happens
Programmed to die, we are certain, it is certain, whatever happens

God be praised here on earth
It's crazy, it's like war
And only those who are, know what it is
Psychology remains standing
cavernous look
Evil or hunger
In the ghetto law, attitude is for men
Before you speak, try looking at your nose
If you comb it, it fits 8 and it's an x
I am no more than anyone else
I didn't come to judge
Let psychology remain in place
If it fails, the razor shatters
On the other side, on this side the blood spreads
Gun, money, you guys, your powder
If I'm wrong, here it is
It doesn't go unnoticed or unnoticed
Whatever happens, right is right
Oh shok, lots of crazy cheapness
If you don't analyze it, it will be disastrous
The world is a mirror, run for the right
Joe the common man dies ugly in hell
Unrecognizable, you know
Xispei to the east side, involved in the function

Programmed to die, we are certain, it is certain, whatever happens
Programmed to die, we are certain, it is certain, whatever happens
Programmed to die, we are certain, it is certain, whatever happens

Firmness, that's the question
Negotiating is your passport to survival
In the alley, in cane, made in favela
One of the crazy life does not sleep, never freezes
Die in battle, bleed on the razor
He did a bad thing, creator of the scoundrel treason
He who strikes with iron will never be wounded
The saying is old-fashioned
And if you did, you're screwed
I remember the longing for my childhood
No evil, all was hope
I grew up, I fought, I was persecuted by envy
If I hadn't been so unlucky, I would have gone up
The street teaches and the lesson is heavy
Warrior of faith no contradiction and

Programmed to die, we are certain, it is certain, whatever happens
Programmed to die, we are certain, it is certain, whatever happens
Programmed to die, we are certain, it is certain, whatever happens
Programmed to die, we are certain, it is certain, whatever happens
Programmed to die, we are certain, it is certain, whatever happens
Programmed to die, we are certain, it is certain, whatever happens