Aimoré people
The Aimoré (Aymore, Aimboré) are one of several South American peoples of eastern Brazil called Botocudo in Portuguese (from botoque, a plug), in allusion to the wooden disks or tembetás worn in their lips and ears. Some called themselves Nac-nanuk or Nac-poruk, meaning "sons of the soil". The last Aimoré group to retain their language are the Krenak. The other peoples called Botocudo were the Xokleng and Xeta.
The Brazilian chief who was presented to King Henry VIII in 1532 wore small bones hung from his cheeks and from the lower lip a semi-precious stone the size of a pea. These were the marks of great bravery. When the Portuguese adventurer Vasco Fernando Coutinho reached the east coast of Brazil in 1535, he erected a fort at the head of Espírito Santo Bay to defend himself against the Aimorés and other tribes.
Distribution and fate
The tribe's original territory was in Espírito Santo, and reached inland to the headwaters of the Rio Grande (Belmonte) and Doce River on the eastern slopes of the Espinhaço Mountains. The Botocudos were gradually expelled by European colonists westward beyond the Serra dos Aimorés into Minas Gerais. It was in the latter district that at the close of the 18th century they came into collision with the Europeans, who were attracted there by the diamond fields.
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Life Is Hard
by: Bathgate[Intro:]
Shit!
Sound like Flex touched that joint, alright!
Hey yo!
Some acting like I'm nice too, Shawty!
War, war, war, war!
Gates, gates, war, war
I'm just rapping up, niggas!
Frat boy, mother fucker!
Yeah, aha! Harlem, yeah!
Uh, uh, uh!
Murder, death, kill for the peso
Fuck a plea, cut this boy if I say so
Another nigga talk talk, it's OK, though
Till I send that ass to... with a halo
I'm trying hard not to kill niggas
It's like a full time job not to kill niggas
No fake friends loyal to my real niggas, yeah
No apologies, fuck! how you feel niggas? yeah
And I'm smiling at your bitch though
Whole clique though, cause she feeling niggas
Cut from my cloth no hell figure
I'm from thirty, thirty aims, I'm a villain nigga
Paper touch, let's bill, nigga
I need a vow, though he might be a.. nigga
It's crazy when you love them like your own son
And like Marvin Gaye's pops let 'em whole won!
Hook:
Death gotta be easy cause life is hard
Death gotta be easy, death gotta be easy!
Death gotta be easy, death gotta be easy!
Death gotta be easy cause life is hard
Even your sling crack rock, we got it, we can... shot
Father save me, this is what they gave me, yeah!
I never snitched, just turn shit the gravy
Yeah! Crazy! Give it all just to live and ball
Nigga, get a bigger small to your digit car!
Da, I recall every minute sure
But it's fall whoever fall, my vision fall!
Case is unsolved, do the every in the stove
As a... just revolve to another more!
God, a mother's pain, turn it to the base
Throw it, holler, get it nice and leaves a bitter taste!
Uh, she asked God just to give her grace
Preacher man told her once, gotta give it faith!
But the lifestyle we live, be a nigga's faith
For my son, all I ask, “keep a nigga safe!”
To my future's present, bought a new weapon
In case God hear a nigga late!
Hook:
Death gotta be easy cause life is hard
Death gotta be easy, death gotta be easy!
Death gotta be easy, death gotta be easy!
Death gotta be easy cause life is hard