Bandido Velho

This is the story of an old G, you know
From my neighborhood, your neighborhood or a neighborhood around
Black atlas from Bleach
From Odivelas to Paris
It's us, Kappa
Niggas put on suits and shoes to talk to the judge
They paid the most expensive lawyer in the country
The judge gave a bag of poisoned candies to each G
I ate ten candies and one day I left
Too old to go back to the street
Tired, without money for my old age
But the time I have left I will live in peace
Take my kids out of the hands of the police
Snitches, junkies, bitch ass, no stress
Brother until I die, I don't forgive those faggot ass
Sometimes I tell the kids everything I saw and suffered
But nobody pays attention, nobody listens, brother
If you suffered, did they suffer much more or not?
Yeah, brother

Nobody listens
Nobody listens
Nobody listens, brother
Nobody listens
Nobody listens
Nobody listens, brother

Yesterday a friend of mine told me he saw my son
Smoking, walking in the street, surrounded by O.G's
Thank you friend, good eyes saw my son
Jehovah, don't let my boy follow our path
Kids grow up with the illusion that they will be bandits
Little by little, processes go, filling the book
And they only realize how many they are when they are arrested
And the pigeons fly to you as if you were corn
I know, my son, I know what you want to do
What you want to do is what I'm trying to forget
The bath you're planning, many have tried to give
But nothing stops you, maybe it can work
He who dares, wins, yeah, it's true
But there is no better prize than freedom

Nobody listens
Nobody listens
Nobody listens, brother
Nobody listens
Nobody listens
Nobody listens, brother
Nobody listens, brother