Programado Pra Morrer

The rational served as the army of the excluded
From the people of the periphery
Mano Brown came with panic in the south zone
It was as if he had sent
A letter here at home like the army
Does and calling me to war

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

Nap man when you wake up it's late
Here hair flies in the cowardly world
The human being who respects and dies for her
Who is knows the favela peak
The warrior of faith who doesn't give up like this
In the big world life is crazy there are several against me
It is certain of the old profession of trust
Betrayal with oneself
Kills any hope
Your underworld
Is counting on your luck
Here the bet is high jão it's life or death
Aniquidade if I sink from ass in Noah's ark
There are several who delude themselves who want to be what they are not
Two of the mind he is already a scoundrel
The good blood of 2 minutes fills the chest and fails
With a smile on his face he acts like a scoundrel
With an ambitious air he keeps seeing jão
He wanted to mess with my family, I swear my crown
I set fire to the house the situation is not good
Life is crazy man I'm just passing through
The mission is for the warriors the cabreragem 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 it is whatever happens
Programmed to die we are certain it is certain it is whatever happens
Programmed to die we are certain it is certain it is whatever happens
I wake up in the early morning and hear a lot of shots
Scoundrel has a lot but there I don't nap
I grab the giricó ready for the mission
Dark underworld there is no good blood
In crime you are only worth what you have
After you're in jail you have nothing you are nobody
Woman abandons you, friend forgets you
And if it's not a quarry it goes to 5 and not to 7
I remember in the old days I wasn't like this
In the big world life is crazy there are several against me
Good angel protect me from evil
Revolutionary bandit and such
Son of god a crazy life of history
Programmed to die hail mary and glory
Warrior is like this doesn't shake doesn't freeze
Can come, can laugh what you want zé guela
With me it's no problem, just willingness
With the system it doesn't shake and doesn't discredit
So god enlighten me
I share with you
Bokão born rapper we're in the tape you die

Programmed to die we are certain it is certain it is whatever happens
Programmed to die we are certain it is certain it is whatever happens
Programmed to die we are certain it is certain it is whatever happens
God be praised here on earth
The cheap is crazy, it's like war
And only those who know
Psychology
Remains standing cavernous gaze
Evil or hunger
In the law of the ghetto attitude is for men
Before you speak try to look at your nose
If maybe in the fine-tooth comb it fits 8 and it's done
Not only more than anyone
I didn't come to judge
May psychology remain in place
If it fails the razor blade shreds
On the other side the blood spreads
Gun, money, your buddies
If you're wrong here it's just
It doesn't go unnoticed or unnoticed
Whatever happens, right is corrected
There are several shocking things
If you don't analyze it becomes disastrous
The world is a mirror run for the right
Zé polvinho dies ugly in hell
Unrecognizable, you know jão
There from the east, involved in the function

Programmed to die we are certain it is certain it is whatever happens
Programmed to die we are certain it is certain it is whatever happens
Programmed to die we are certain it is certain it is whatever happens
Firmness, the question this
Nego the proceeds is the passport for you to survive
In the alley, in jail, made in the favela
One of the crazy life doesn't nap
Never freezes
Die in battle, bleed in the razor
Did a bad creator of treacherous betrayal
Whoever with iron hurts, jão will be hurt
Saying is old
And if you did it you're screwed
I remember the longing for my childhood
Nothing evil everything was hope
I grew up fought persecuted by envy
And if I wasn't zica jão 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 it is whatever happens
Programmed to die we are certain it is certain it is whatever happens
Programmed to die we are certain it is certain it is whatever happens
Programmed to die we are certain it is certain it is whatever happens
Programmed to die we are certain it is certain it is whatever happens
Programmed to die we are certain it is certain it is whatever happens