Intro (É Necessário Voltar Ao Começo)

It's hard to plant ambition, without seeing greed grow
In the heart of a being, who’s never seen anything happen
For themselves, you know? Not even around
They'll screw over whoever's next to them, if it brings them the best
And makes them better, and what’s better here, buddy?
You gonna live for love next to someone who kills for cash?
Empty streets, here or in Gaza
Today the good people hide behind the bars of their homes
Cold is usual, missing someone? More than normal
Loneliness turned into safety, fear became natural
Internet, radio, MP3, 4, 5, 6
Maybe it has power, but it didn’t bring you closer
By understanding without feeling, you’ll see in the end
Every window that opens is one less door to the world
And seeing it through a peephole steals the magic
That gave meaning to the day, bumping into someone unknown
It was good, now it’s behind us
I have many homies who didn’t die, but they don’t live anymore
There’s no half-right, nor half-truth
No more or less, nor half-freedom
When it comes to life, there’s no middle ground
Either you’re happy, or you’re 100% sad
The MCs don’t even know anymore, if they order a drink or ask for peace
If this is Disney or Alcatraz, if we’re Rouge or Racionais
If the girls are whores, or something more
If the struggle is real, or whatever
If this shit we are really exists, or if it’s just another idea left behind
Anyway, it doesn’t answer the question
Why do the cops stop me, but not the taxi drivers?
Why do I have to prove that my stuff is mine?
If I didn’t buy it, who gave it to me? And if I stutter, I’m screwed

Artists changing their noses, straightening their hair
Reinforces this bullshit that having curly hair is a sin
21st century, progress, look again, bro
You’ll see that black folks are still on the streets, in the ghetto, and in prison
Not knowing if they’re rules, or exceptions
Everyone’s equal, and still, we’re out of the norm
Today I buy in records, what I already earned in a month
My mission here is to prove it’s possible for you
But the grind requires focus, you gotta live it
It’s as easy as taking candy from a kid in the hood
Natural, like the Pentagon, still today, like Guantanamo
My quadrilateral gaze says it’s still not good, man
I’m walking, planting what’s needed
The sea is vast, and many are just excited by the breeze
Life happens, doesn’t give a heads up
Delays the walk of those who stop at the barriers
Some came to hook up with many girls, others sign many checks
Some to have many beefs, dude, I came to make rap
Give my time to the cause, without thinking twice
Believing that the greatest wealth is in the peace of the King of Kings
I find it in sessions with DJs
Reinforcing ideas, like I believe in justice, not in laws
And the culture of the favela, I sing while I think of it
Seeing many making a living, and many losing it
Thinking about fame, status, ladies, contracts
Dreams too small for me, let’s get back to facts
It’s strange, 2009, winter is hot, in summer it rains
The smoke swallows the sunlight, while the earth moves
LCD, Kalashnikov, iPod, Molotov cocktail
Melon Woman, Barishnikov, millions of flavors, taste

Too much information for such a short life
Cars move inches, then the dude freaks out
We’re still in tough times, that Edi Rock sang about
I showed the chorus to the homies, soon everyone agreed
That it’s necessary to go back to the beginning
When the paths get confused, it’s necessary to go back to the beginning
Don’t know where to go? You gotta go back to the beginning
To not lose your way, you can’t forget the beginning
You understand, that this is true?
That every day you live is the last and the first
I know well what’s real, among all the hustlers
And from the position I hold, that’s why I’m quick
Jesus forgave too much, he died
Lampião trusted too much, he died
I’m like a general leading a troop from the dark
And I don’t trust, nor forgive, that’s why they sent me
And I don’t trust, nor forgive, that’s why they sent me
And I don’t trust, nor forgive, that’s why they sent me