Oriente, Rebeca - Thugz Mansion/Vida Infinita Pt.1 lyrics

A place to spend my quiet nights
Time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine
I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
But when I held that 9
All I could see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle
They only see the trouble
Not knowin it's hard to carry on
When no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever
Witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin' hard for better days
Promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain't have a
Choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no
One bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace
And even though we G's
We still visualize places
That we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place
The players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball
At thug's mansion

Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thugz Mansion

Responsa, por responsa, só confio na minha
Nada com a trilha, a rua vazia, acompanha
Testemunha, que eu tô legal de
Braço falso e "mulé" piranha
Passa um carro, um opala rebaixado
"Mei" mandado, mais num paro, meu caminho
E por instinto sou levado

O tempo sobra, pois dessa obra
Sou a areia da ampulheta
Reflexões vêm, mostram o passado esquecido
Peço que todos me desculpem
Pelos erros cometidos
O tempo trouxe a sensação
De já "tá" absolvido
Me sentia reprimido, substância, comprimido

Aquela rua falava algo, se comunicava comigo
Sabia que mesmo longe de casa
Ali achava um abrigo
No meio de puta, motel barato, luzes
Mendigos já vi o mais forte dividir sua
Refeição com o mais fraco
Alguns milésimos de segundos é
O que diferencia um homem vivo, e pensante
A um montante de carne morta
E uma poça de sangue
O olho antes brilhante vira
Um vasilhame opaco aumenta o peso do karma
Sua alma perde o brilho
Como o Cristo derruba lágrimas a
Cada puxão de gatilho
O filho do Criador, vê que assim não tá certo
E como nosso Redentor se
Mantem de braços abertos
A orla de Copacabana ainda é bonita
Eu concordo malandro e ciganas, no calçadão
Me encontro a bordo
Do Leblon, Circo, cobertura, tubo de
Boa quantidade do verde
Pra num morrer a esperança
Nikit 2011 o ano sagrado
22 anos completos, foram comemorados
Já tô ligado no esquema
Mas esse não é o problema
A solução se vem em segundos
No desenrolar da próxima cena

Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thugz Mansion

Dear momma don't cry
Your baby boy's doin good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven
And they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night
It had me shook
Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with
Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm
'til the day came little Latasha sho' grown
Tell the lady in the
Liquorstore that she's forgiven
So come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only
God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band
Just think of all the people that
You knew in the past
That passed on, they in heaven
Found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this
In heaven so right before I sleep, dear God
What I'm askin
Remember this face, save me a place
In thug's mansion

Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thugz Mansion