Trenchtown-Jacaré
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Trenchtown-Jacaré
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The rhymes are serious
The cradle of rhythms represent
The identity of the blessed people
Blessed people
Blessed people
Não há nada que se faça nesta rua vazia
Na ciranda a criança já nem sabe o que fazia
Eu vou dizer pra você
Que o povo nem sabe o que lê
E que mulher daquele homem
Não tem mais pr'onde correr
Onde a pobreza por falta de opção
Se mistura a propagação da cultura
Trenchtown-jacaré
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Cunha performs "Trenchtown-Jacaré", and this lyric page sits inside the Cunha catalog on LyroVerse.
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