[Intro: Mano Brown]

São Paulo, October 1st, 1992, eight in the morning

Here I am another day

Under the bloodthirsty eye of the guard

You don't know how it is to walk

With your head on the aim of an HK

German or Israeli machine gun

Kills a bandit like paper

[Verse 1: Mano Brown]

On the wall, standing up, another average Joe

Serving the country, a good officer

Starvesa, looking like Charles Bronson

He knows what I want

Knows what I think

It's raining, it's a rough climate

Many tried escaping, I want to too

But from one to a hundred, my chance is zero

Has God heard my prayer?

Did the judge accept thе appeal?

I send a messagе to my bro:

"If you're using drugs, you're fucked"

Is he still with that girl?

For sure, he's a good guy

I took a day off or day in, I don't know...

Doesn't matter, the days are all the same

Light a cigarette and see the day go on by

Kill time so it doesn't kill me

A man is a man, a woman is woman

A rapist is different, right?

Is beaten up all the time, kneels and kisses the feet

And bleeds until he dies on street 10

Each inmate a mother, a faith

Each crime a sentence

Each sentence a reason, a story

Of tears, blood, lives and victories

Abandonment, misery, hate, suffering

Contempt, disillusionment, action of time

Mix it in

Done: a new inmate

Laments on the hallway, behind bars, on the yard

Around the camp, in every corner

But I know the system, bro, huh...

There's no saint here

Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta... I need to avoid

That some fucker makes my mother cry

My word of honor protects me

To live on the country of the beige pants

Tick-tock, it's still 9:40

The clock in jail ticks in slow-motion

[Interlude]

[Verse 2: Mano Brown, Ice Blue]

Ra-ta-ta-ta, another subway passes by

With good, hasty, catholic people

Reading the news, satisfied, hypocrite

With anger inside, on the way to the city center

Looking here, curious, logically

No, no it's not, it's not the zoo

My life isn't worth as much

As your phone, your computer

It's hard today, the sun didn't rise

There's no visit today, no soccer

Some mates have a weaker mind

Can't handle the boringness, makes fights

Thank God and Virgin Mary

There's only one year, three months and a few days left

There's a locked cell up there

Nobody opens it since Tuesday

Only the smell of death and Pinho Sol

An inmate hung himself with a bedsheet

What happened? Who knows? Don't tell

I'd spend more six from side to side

Nothing leaves a man more sick

Than the abandonment from the relatives

Yo, dude tell me: what do you want?

There's an available space for you

Get all your imported articles

Your crime record and wipe your ass

The crime life has no future

Your face turns white on this side of the wall

Have your heard of Lucifer?

That one day came from Hell with moral

On Carandiru, no, he's just another one

Eating sour food with pneumonia

Here there are dudes from Osasco, from Jardim D'Abril, Parelheiros

Mogi, Jardim Brasil, Bela Vista, Jardim Angela

Heliópolis, Itapevi, Paraisópolis

Good blood criminal with moral in the hood

But for the country it's nothing but a number

Nine pavilions, seven thousand men

That cost 300 reais a month each

On the last visit, that nigga came by

Brought a few fruits, Marlboro, Free

Said that a rogue from the area came back

With a red Kadett, license plate from Salvador

Being cocky, he calls names, he abuses

With a .9 under his shirt

"Yo, nigga, come here, where they at?

Remember that dude that tried to kill me?"

"That gander, rogue, cuck

Got high and left his girl alone

The girl was virgin and underage

Now does pacifier in exchange for coke!"

"This talk bothers me

If I'm out there it's hard..."

"Yeah, the world turns, he can come here."

"Nah, my trial is there

I wanna change, I wanna leave

If I bump into this dude, there's nothing to do

And I'ma have to sign a 121."

The sun rose, October 2nd

Everything working, cleaning, food

At dawn I felt a chill down my spine

It wasn't the wind, it wasn't cold

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Acertos de conta tem quase todo dia

Tem outra logo mais, eu sabia

Lealdade é o que todo preso tenta

Conseguir a paz, de forma violenta

Se um salafrário sacanear alguém

Leva ponto na cara igual Frankenstein

Fumaça na janela, tem fogo na cela

Fudeu, foi além, se pã!, tem refém

A maioria se deixou envolver

Por uns cinco ou seis que não têm nada a perder

Dois ladrões considerados passaram a discutir

Mas não imaginavam o que estaria por vir

Traficantes, homicidas, estelionatários

Uma maioria de moleque primário

Era a brecha que o sistema queria

Avise o IML, chegou o grande dia

Depende do "sim" ou "não" de um só homem

Que prefere ser neutro pelo telefone

Ratatatá, caviar e champanhe

Fleury foi almoçar, que se foda a minha mãe!

Cachorros assassinos, gás lacrimogêneo...

Quem mata mais ladrão ganha medalha de prêmio!

O ser humano é descartável no Brasil

Como modess usado ou bombril

Cadeia? Guarda o sistema não quis

Esconde o que a novela não diz

Ratatatá! sangue jorra como água

Do ouvido, da boca e nariz

"O Senhor é meu pastor", perdoe o que seu filho fez

Morreu de bruços no Salmo 23

Sem padre, sem repórter

Sem arma, sem socorro

Vai pegar HIV na boca do cachorro

Cadáveres no poço, no pátio interno

Adolf Hitler sorri no inferno!

O Robocop do governo é frio, não sente pena

Só ódio e ri como a hiena

Ratatatá, Fleury e sua gangue

Vão nadar numa piscina de sangue

Mas quem vai acreditar no meu depoimento?

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