Caminhos

Paths

The clamor is much stronger in the favela
The scene is the same when they open the window
I just want what my God gave me
I won't show off with money that's not mine

Lacoste, Prada, brand watch
The dangerous profession has its risks
I look around, but poverty is still very bitter
Having health and a family, that's already being rich

Everything is lawful, not everything is convenient
Being better for myself is not better than anyone
Suffering makes you grow, don't give up, go all the way
Even if your legs start to tremble, the fierce dog is loose in the yard
Life is not like the movie Men in Black
Aladdin's lamp rubs and grants 3 wishes

Congratulations on the trophy, God bless the talent
Value the one who raised you, getting hands dirty with cement
Many are not as lucky, they go to the grave early
Without the opportunity to have wrinkled skin
Time passed, night wasted
In memory, old photo or in the mirror now?
I used to love smoking one in the early morning
Your daughter was inspired by you, now she's a drug addict

In the flow, the most beautiful, the most beautiful of the group
On the back of a guy with a stolen bike she just met
The wrong person on the path, taking you to the
Hole and leaving you there alone
But company corrupts good habits
Listening to the pastor here in the car at full volume
The wrong person on the path, taking you to the
Hole and leaving you there alone
But company corrupts good habits
Listening to the pastor here in the car at full volume

I am the voice that delivers messages in the form of rap for our people
That touches the heart when there's feeling, you understand
I understand, kid, you're hot stuff
But step on the brake a bit, be careful, there's a curve ahead
Each wrinkle on your grandma's face has more stories to tell than the thugs in the car
Who get beaten by the police, end up detained, three years of incarceration, big shot, that's not beautiful
Beautiful is to see when a man kneels down, asks for protection from the Father, his blessing to protect him
Even with the piece in his pants, in the fog when he's high in the early morning, the enemy wants to steal your soul
How many examples of a bullet stopped in a shirt button, in the cap's emblem, or embedded in the Bible
Even in the valley of shadows where death walks, God is with you, takes care of you, and doesn't abandon you
Forgive me, Lord, I also made mistakes, I found myself weighing drugs on the scale without willingness for good
Counting the bullets to put in the Magnum's drum, rolling through the avenues for the murderer on horseback
I understood everything when I saw in my son's face that one day it could be him there
May the Lord answer the mother's prayer who prays for protection at night and brings her son back home

The wrong person on the path, taking you to the
Hole and leaving you there alone
But company corrupts good habits
Listening to the pastor here in the car at full volume
The wrong person on the path, taking you to the
Hole and leaving you there alone
But company corrupts good habits
Listening to the pastor here in the car at full volume