Stand up, wear it around your waist, look into the eyes of the enemy
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From the rain to the hail, from the vice to the press, the roads deserve us.
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Bullets, knives, slaps, punches, kicks live in the streets
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As soon as that blood flows, deep coma artery
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Troubles passed like rollers to asphalt
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Similar things turned upside down
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With responsibility and acumen on my neck
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A cure-all with hands
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Count the knives in my back
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When the stinger joins hands with a clear and shallow reason
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My neighborhood rises from its ashes
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storm type phoenix
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The way of my neighborhood is one of our troubles, cool and deep like the sea
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Knowing how to swim is not enough, we'll come back like a tsunami
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The way of my neighborhood is one, we break the chains and get stronger
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Don't touch friend, brother, family, we'll come back like a tsunami
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My face is covered with blood and dirt
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This war is just beginning
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Shadows turn into images
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There is no escape from the pit! |
There is no escape!
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My face is covered with blood and dirt
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This war is just beginning
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Shadows turn into images
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There is no escape from the pit! |
There is no escape!
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The hill throws, the street burns, puts it in the pocket, hurriedly
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The sun goes down, the moon comes out, hits the bottom, looking for a cure
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He digs his own grave
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He makes a plan, breaks the game, the sun rises, the fate is shocked, he hits the bottom and winds up.
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Whether you blow it up with dynamite or cheat with intrigue, the stakes are transparent
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Harvest comes, the enemy looks at the wheel with a sickle and a stick
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Even if the branch breaks off from the snag
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If there is no one running from the street
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Where are the fingers holding honey?
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Burn with a pinch of loyalty
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The way of my neighborhood is one of our troubles, cool and deep like the sea
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Knowing how to swim is not enough, we'll come back like a tsunami
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The way of my neighborhood is one, we break the chains and get stronger
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Don't touch friend, brother, family, we'll come back like a tsunami
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My face is covered with blood and dirt
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This war is just beginning
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Shadows turn into images
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There is no escape from the pit! |
There is no escape!
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My face is covered with blood and dirt
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This war is just beginning
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Shadows turn into images
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There is no escape from the pit! |
There is no escape! |