Santificado
Desde pequeno mlk bolado perdeu sua familia caiu pro mundão
Cracolândia são paulo cidade só necessidade mó vida de cão
Ficava em frente das vitrine e sonhando com os carros e as roupa da moda
Mas quando a noite chegava sua realidade era lata de cola
Ao 17 ja era bandido com varios artigo mais de 10 febem
E mesmo sendo criminoso mlk nervoso sonhava tambem
E sempre buscando seu sonho mlk tristonho dizia a seus mano
Um dia eu terei minha familia uma bela casa e um carro do ano
Fexo com os cara cabuloso nno assalto nervoso em busca do pacote
Era fita de um advogado com 2 empresario e varios malote
Mas na hora h deu errado o bunda mole falho na missão
Aí ja era de maior e mlk sem dó foi mandado a prisão
E sempre com grande virtude mostrou atitude e tbm proceder
Fexo com os cara do setor facção do PCC
Tiro sua cota e saiu e na rua encontro os irmão da prisão
Foi varios banco e varios carro forte muitos malote com varios milhão
Agora o mlk cresceu tá com 25 firmão na quebrada
Respeita os mano da antiga os trabalhador e as mulekada
Vai na loja compra o tenis preto azul ou vermelho
Compro a porra toda paga a vista e ainda leva de brinde sorrindo com o número da vendedora
Tem 2 3 loja de carro tem moto importada tem o que quiser
Agora só pede a Deus pra por na sua vida uma grande mulher
E a noite quando vai dormir ele relembra a infância sofrida
E agradece a Deus que lhe fez vencer nessa vida bandida
Santificado seja o nome do senhor
Nessa vida morre ou mata tanto faz se é bronze ou prata o ouro é só pros vencedor
Santificado seja o nome do senhor
So bandido a miliano PCC 15 comando vida loka eu so
Sanctified
Since I was a kid, I was troubled, lost my family, fell into the streets
Crackland, São Paulo, a city full of needs, living a dog’s life
I’d stand in front of the windows, dreaming of cars and trendy clothes
But when night fell, my reality was a can of glue
By 17, I was a thug, with more than 10 charges, locked up in juvie
And even being a criminal, this angry kid still had dreams
Always chasing his dreams, this sad kid told his homies
One day I’ll have my family, a nice house, and a brand-new car
I teamed up with some tough guys, nervous during the heist, looking for the score
It was a setup with a lawyer, two businessmen, and a bunch of cash
But when the moment came, it went wrong, the coward messed up the mission
Then I was an adult, and without mercy, I was sent to prison
And always with great virtue, I showed attitude and also my way
I worked with the guys from the faction, the PCC
I took my cut and left, and on the street, I met my brothers from prison
We hit several banks and armored cars, lots of bags with millions
Now the kid’s grown up, 25, solid in the hood
Respects the old heads, the workers, and the young ones
Goes to the store, buys black, blue, or red sneakers
Buys the whole damn thing, pays cash, and still gets a smile from the salesgirl
There are 2 or 3 car dealerships, imported bikes, whatever he wants
Now he just asks God to bring a great woman into his life
And at night when he goes to sleep, he remembers his tough childhood
And thanks God for helping him win in this thug life
Sanctified be the name of the Lord
In this life, you either die or kill, it doesn’t matter if it’s bronze or silver, gold is only for the winners
Sanctified be the name of the Lord
Just thugs, a million PCC, 15 command, crazy life, that’s me.