With hunger you feed me
A new life condemned to live in freedom
The glamour of a broken royalty
An Elite of false abolitionists
Turn slaves into consumers
A new kind of slavery
Facing the social exclusion
Marginalization and underemployment
A mass of social ghosts
Haunting the houses of the indulgent
We are facing the age of our doom
This fucking society supported with our blood
We are waiting for something to born
Born from the hate of those with no hope
Oppression neglect
Controlled by the money instead of the whip
Left outside of this new reality
Exposed to death and misery
Leaving senzala to live in favela
Color splitting our society
Violence and privation
Are the heralds of a new regime
Capoeira, Candomblé, Umbanda
They turned into crime everything we believe
We are facing the age of our doom
This fucking society supported with our blood
We are waiting for something to born
Born from the hate of those with no hope
Filho do deus do raio
Castiga os mentirosos
Xangô é a roupa da vida
O vermelho é a sua cor
Feroz como um leão
Chegou obá xangô
O machado que julga e pune
Também pode ser o protetor
Pedra roda na pedreira
Em cima de quem errou
Justiça quem faz é ele
Porque ele é Xangô
Kawó-Kabiesilé Xangô
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