Asfalto do Catete

KTTZOO, KTTZOO, KTTZOO
KTTZOO, KTTZOO, KTTZOO

Saudade is tough, the pain that stays close to the chest here
I split myself in half every time I saw someone leave
I remembered the dream of making a cool funk
Making crazy money, one day being the owner of the neighborhood

It was yesterday, a time of general square madness
Subconscious records image of blood and dead friend
A screwed up world that amputates innocence, we accept
Always patiently, the ghetto is dark, narrow, and twisted

It started with a joint to play when no one else did
Aiming for nothing but paint and a beautiful girl
Clean water in the swamp, I remember, brother
I saw paradise high playing altinha

But age hits and vanity screams
Those with a foundation rise, those without get screwed and stay
People wanted the tape, a cool thing
Bike turned into a car, which turned into a supermarket

Eyes grow as jewelry appears
Catete, Lapa, and Gloria, the gang there is tough
Aron, where are you? Rogério cries in jail
Along with Dropê, who would be much better off playing soccer

And it was me left to tell the story, a million things
Serious trouble, hot asphalt, several broken curbs
Here no one is home anymore, Catete is in a panic
What was a joint turned into crack and the youth is hospitalized.

KTTZOO!