Maquiavélico

MC Lan, eternally

I used to be a little mili duk
Slum, barefoot, upset
With a dream and a ball

Neymar of the little fields
Skipping school
Big world, thousand years
A thousand twists and turns

I remember the time of the fights
Skin and bone, ear and dry shin
King of the capucheta
Escape from the tiles, and the old guys
Losing the hair on their heads

I learned over time, all the time
Poison is not reason
On top of vision, without action
Just a dream
And action without vision becomes a nightmare

Dark are the afflictions of life
But from a black cloud falls clean water
So don't complain about the past day
And be thankful for having one more day

Lord, I only surrender in your hands
They hurt my body
But not my soul
Because those who have their own light
Always bother people who live in darkness
I only surrender in your hands
They hurt my body
But not my soul
But those who have their own light
Always bother people who live in darkness

From dark alleys
From bars and walls
Do not determine my limits

Brasilit, brick, gutter and plaster
On my Madeirit couch

Psychologically psychotically
I am only a free radical

I'm horny in mind
Bullet in the chamber
380 is the caliber

Sit with the crazy ones
Grind with the crazy kids, huh, huh
Sit with the crazy ones
Grind with the crazy kids, huh, huh
Sit with the crazy ones
Grind with the crazy kids, huh, huh
Sit with the crazy ones
Grind with the crazy kids, huh, huh

Huh, huh

Tchelekao, huh
Tchelekao, huh, huh
Tchelekao, huh
Tchelekao, huh, huh

Go grind with the hoodlums
Who have the piece in hand
Go grind with the hoodlums
Who have the piece in hand

We're not crazy life
We're crazier than life