Um Sonho

A Dream

(Welcome to hell)
The sun didn't rise, yesterday I didn't see the moon
My star didn't shine and in my sky it doesn't even float
Kid, life is short
Those who have guilt cry more
There's blood behind the magnifying glass
And in the big world, what results
But who doesn't want
To have money to spend on the whores at the bar?
Rolling in a jaguar
Taking off to the city, like a, without misery
In pleasure and in pain, in peace and in war
Waking up in the favela like the morning breeze
Confident like a talisman in the glove compartment of the sedan
Shiny and flashy like the color of danger
The smell of death comes in the waist of the bandit
But it's clean, the smile of the ghost fades away
Lasts as long as it lasts about 20, 30 thousand reais
But from there to here my brother, the road is short
I don't even know if it's worth the shots of a Russian pistol
But what I also wanted, is it or isn't it, even incredible
A black man driving a convertible Mercedes
Enjoying a gangster sound in the streets of the suburb
With a gold chain and a Rolex on the wrist?
Ha, to dream, who doesn't dream?
I dreamed and here I am
Another lonely cry in the endless darkness

Give me strength to fight, Lord
Forgive this sad soul
Give me strength to fight, Lord
For I have no faith

What's your worth? Come here, tell me
In the world, an ID card is worth no more than a chassis
A guy without education, without resources what will he be?
In the midst of the venomous animals of the concrete jungle
Stick to the grid thief, come here, listen
I also dreamed of this
There are high b. o
I've already escaped from the cops on CB and Iteneré
6 thousand reais in the backpack, I lost the fools
Asics tiger on the foot, PT Taurus on the waist
My life a peaceful dream
Got lost in the dark night
In the alleys of the ghetto, respect has its way
Among the shacks it's tough man
There's no perfect crime
Who focuses I value
Believe me, you're with me
I'm up for whatever comes
No gangster swagger, just faith
That's how it is
The flesh is ungrateful, partner
Sometimes I look in the mirror
And don't even recognize myself
Everything in life has a price
And even in death you'll pay
Chose crime, to be happy?
Not even thinking about it
And to dream? Who doesn't dream?
I dreamed, here I am
Another lonely cry in the endless darkness

Give me strength to fight, Lord
Forgive this sad soul
Give me strength to fight, Lord
For I have no faith

Wanted to be happy from the contacts
In the cell phone's agenda
Says we'll go get it
Damn man, have you ever thought
Us at the truck bar
And with a black cap and a Campari jacket on the table
Look at the scene
A 7:30 climbing at the door
A boot heel stuck
And me wanting the answer
Without hitting the black box
(It's a robbery, hands on your head)
157 signed, and there the sentence was given
Conclusion: 11 years of confinement
It's tough, partner, nightmare
And the world was my circus
End of the show
No gun, no calculation
No drugs on the table
No imported car
Just a lonely man in the darkness of the cell
Looking out the window how beautiful life is
Without even thinking about what vanity leads to
Graves or bars? You choose cunning
Because to dream, who doesn't dream?
I dreamed, here I am
Another lonely cry in the endless darkness