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track nº 14 d new Tape d Joe CVP bOSTON "kel ki ruas sata spera vol.2" 
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Noticias Di Mundo,joe Cvp Boston_Tradibo

Si K Nu Ta Vive(Bubbs, Joe, Stars)

Mix Bedjo

HIP HOP NA MI

Fidju d'homi(ft. Yubz)

NIGHT LIFE

.1Smeks Fdib - Sakana Baby

Cabo verde é sabi ma é prigo
Forte sabi pa mau
Festa pa tudo cau
Basofus tudo ta blow
Cuidado. tiru ta panhau
Povu quexa cau mau
Ma broda txuputim n contau
Cabo verde é sabi ma é prigo  	2X

Cabo verde  ruas tem mas storia ki bibliotecas
Vidas teni pressa  jovens tudo tras de strelas
Na portu novu, flado ma grugo é voz de povu
I o ki  grogu fala vbg  ta treme portu
Cau sa mau pa tudo cau ma na Mindelo dexas fla
Povu moda djosa ma nos é sabi pa caga
Macacas ta domina movimento dento selva
Ci bu da ma bo é GG porcus podi pou na cela
Ci bu cre xinti silencio ntom bem santa luzia
Pa li ca tem mentira nu ca conxi ze maria
São niculao,  terra Chiquinho, terra  bruxas
Abri porta siminario li ki cumesa nos luta
Boa vista pilar de nos economia
Txeca ta aterra avião carregado  turista
Es cre conxi paraiso toma banho na nos praias
I bai pa ces Hotél de luxo pertu  nos baraca  lata.

Forte sabi pa mau
Festa pa tudo cau
Basofus tudo ta blow
Cuidado. tiru ta panhau
Povu quexa cau mau
Ma broda txuputim n contau
Cabo verde é sabi ma é prigo  	2X

Santa maria, capital de boémia 
tudo pa li é carro salvo na kes loja china
cosmopolita,  diversidade económica
nu ta recebi tudo pali tudo nota é nota.
Ya euro dólar escudo ti cocaína
Li praias teni dono ( na)  ntom pergunta la  capitania
Investidores ki dja foba nu ta manda maio
Betu ta manda nhos noticia la tras de santiago
kem ki cre sabura ntom benvindo a praia
pa li bu ca ta paga , tem tudo pa de graça
praia tem mas eletricista ki bu podi pensa
por isso ki nos energia é vela riba messa
ilha do fogu ilha mas basofu d atlantico
pedofelia  ta mistura cu brilho de 1 de maio
i nova sintra tem kel magia ki nunca  ca ta caba
perpetuado na mornas d eugenio ntom benvindo a brava

Forte sabi pa mau
Festa pa tudo cau
Basofus tudo ta blow
Cuidado. tiru ta panhau
Povu quexa cau mau
Ma broda txuputim n contau

Cabo verde é sabi ma é prigo  	2X


Cabo Verde É Sabi Ma É Prigo

They ask what we’ll do when the work is gone, Like we ain’t been dreaming of freedom all along. Like labor’s the meaning, like grind is divine— But that’s just the system rebranding the bind.

A child is born with a heart full of grace, Then schooled to forget it, to run the rat race. From playtime to deadlines, from wonder to rules, They trade love for obedience inside of these schools.

The bell rings, the spirit folds, They teach you to chase what the system holds. Not truth, not joy, not unity’s spark— Just grades and wages and living in the dark.

We don’t need your grind, we don’t need your chains, We don’t need your schools, we don’t need your games. We were born to love, not to serve your plan, Post-work life? That’s the rise of man.

The Breakdown Parents say “you gotta go,” but they broke too, Caught in the loop, just doing what folks do. They ain’t evil, they just bent by the frame, Passed down the trauma, passed down the shame.

But now the machines can handle the load, So why keep pushing humans down that road? Let AI run the grind, let tech hold the weight, Let us evolve, let love radiate.

No more need to compete for a plate, No more need to hustle just to feel great. No more schools that crush the soul, We’ll learn from life, from love, from the whole.

We don’t need your grind, we don’t need your chains, We don’t need your schools, we don’t need your games. We were born to love, not to serve your plan, Post-work life? That’s the rise of man.

Imagine a world where the heart leads the way, Where meaning ain’t measured by a job or a pay. Where kids grow wild, not broken by rules, Where wisdom ain’t locked in government schools.

We’ll build a techno-ecology, love at the core, No poverty, no prisons, no need for war. Just games for the thrill, not battles for bread, Just living, just loving, just rising instead.

So when they ask what we’ll do when the work is done, Tell ’em: We’ll finally live beneath the sun. No more survival, no more broken parts— Just humans reborn with unbroken hearts.

So when the rich man asks, “What will the poor do?” He forgets that the system made that view. He chillin’ in yachts, sippin’ on time, While the poor man’s grindin’ just to survive the climb.

But when work is gone, the walls dissolve, No rich, no poor—just problems to solve. The categories fade, the spirit repairs, And life becomes living, not climbing upstairs.

The poor man asks, “What will I do?” But that’s just trauma speakin’ through. He can’t see freedom, can’t feel the breeze, But the change is comin’—it’s breakin’ the freeze.

Automation don’t just end the grind,
It ends the hunger, frees the mind.
Food precise, no waste, no war,
Reality coded to open the door.

Off-planet systems, balanced and clean,
No more rich, no poor, no in-between.
Inequality fades, the struggle subsides,
And mankind walks where the truth resides.

This ain’t utopia—it’s overdue,
The paradise the prophets knew.
Not built by kings, not bought with gold,
But born from tech and hearts made bold.

They told us paradise was myth.
That freedom was earned through pain.
But the truth is—freedom was always ours.
Automation just clears the path.

No more hunger.
No more grind.
Just life.
Just love.
Just time.

The ancients saw it.
We build it.
And now…
We live it.



HIP HOP NA MI

Joe CVP

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