The Soul Bleeds

[Part 1]

I credit my hate letter against the system

Bolivarian the result of uncertainty

I wanted to see the commitment showing education

For the boy from the favela to have more options

In every verse I compose, in the hope of victory

Of a politicized Brazil, not a mockery

While losing the culture, being outdated

I want a future for my children away from drug trafficking

For this I sing and I am the coherent resistance

I'm in favor of education, how resistant

In the first instance, my rap remains Protestant

Commitment signed, only with the truth

The soul bleeds the innocent here suffer

The vexatious discrimination and named in poor

The chants and symptomatic reflects in the verses

That's why I believe in revolution indeed

Even the distorted vision of many deluded

The goal is to be the reason, for the deluded boy

The Xbox became the dream, for a shovel of youngster

When others run after the pouch

My vision is easy to understand, and blood on the floor

Another aunt without her son, shot brother

The devil's cunning premeditated law

Beliefs and mutual motive created rap in fact

Peace is dead disfigured at the IML (DJ Guri Collage)

The soul that bleeds and puts out a light in the dark

Peace is dead disfigured at the IML (DJ Guri Collage)

Another dream destroyed, or it was a victim of crack

[Part 2]

I'm on the list of those who guerrilla against the system

If it's without commitment, I prefer and sentence

The dungeon of oblivion the outburst

I will be the spokesperson for those who did not conform

With the low cultural investment or the outdated

Brazil of idolaters and conformists

I don't mislead your expression in fact

Of those brutally murdered, by the leaders

It's easier to shoot the body

What is prison recovery about?

Verdict signed by the most racist state

Let's still see what the real idolatry is

Was the prosecuted murdered?

Or will it be the lie told by the returnee

Illusion sold daily by Bonner

Beliefs demystified in the law of man

I'm stunned by the regimented ailments

From the fruitful country in disorganized warfare

Police against thief, but who dies and a boy

Who goes out to look for bread and ends up dying alone

I send my condolences to Rio de Janeiro

Where more boys die in the whole of Brazil

Not to mention the stray bullets in the field

Congratulations Brazil for the subjective exile

Peace is dead disfigured at the IML (DJ Guri Collage)

The soul that bleeds out a light in the dark

Peace is dead disfigured at the IML (DJ Guri Collage)

Another dream destroyed, or it was a victim of crack