Dia de Um Dread de 16 Anos

Failed parents, stoned friends
I see no way out of this hole
Misery, crime, trash, beast
Niggas stealing to feed addictions

Get out of the way, let me pass
I'm an old delinquent, I don't hesitate to shoot

I have no plans, I'm a suburban vandal
Violence, delinquency are my daily life

Hey, cool guy, don't enter my neighborhood
The last one paid dearly, was stabbed over a cigarette

The old lady, Maria Imaculada, respected lady
Was caught, taken, judged
Had half a kilo of cocaine at home under the bed

In jail, they closed Father Góis' parish
Bunch of idiots, baptizing kids with sperm

Uh, António from Rua Aguiar is so changed
I saw him sitting in Parque Eduardo Sétimo last Saturday
Poor guy, the boy is so thin

(Giving ass to buy horse)
(Giving ass to buy horse)
(Giving ass to buy horse)
(Giving ass to buy horse)

It's a beautiful job
As dignified as being Prime Minister
You don't have the tie, you don't have the suit
But you have your ass to govern

Damn, I'm a citizen of Hell
On the left a black guy who wants to rob me
On the right a white guy who wants to exploit me
Always facing others, half stoned, half aware
Walking the streets provoking everyone

Around the corner the police show up
PSP, Pigs Follow Blacks, came to say good morning

Please lean against the wall
Do you have something compromising?
Didn't we tell you we didn't want to see you here?
Are you the Halloween?

My name is Ali Baba, calm down
I'm just waiting for your mom but she didn't show up

(Oh Jorge, this bastard is funny)

They started beating me, trying to kill me
I pulled out a cigarette, started smoking
Gun in my face, face all swollen
Handcuffed with slaps and taken to the station

I had already had dinner but at the station they served me another dish
I ate so much that night that I got sick

Cops grabbed my record sheet
Dirtier than my stepfather

Age, 16 years of delinquency
Accusation, thief, they gave me a prison order

It's the tenth time we meet
Damn black guy, you're going to sleep in jail

Jail for me is a suite
Walls with cement, in my house it doesn't exist, it's sad

They put me in a cell with a skinny transvestite
A Portuguese hooked known as Cinderella
Asked me for a cigarette, said he lived in Odivelas
He was an innocent man, caught in an alley

(Giving ass to buy horse)
(Giving ass to buy horse)
(Giving ass to buy horse)
(Giving ass to buy horse)

Public, public in the station was a lot
I always thought I was a fucked up guy but I wasn't the only one
Next to so many delinquents, I was a kid
Whores, junkies, thieves, pimps
So much scum, so many thugs

(Hey Mr. Guard, you can't arrest kids
Shh! Respect for the uniform, make little noise)

I know this pig, his name is Varela
Damn pig from the Odivelas PSP
Once he saw me in the park smoking my joint
He put out my joint, fucked up my rib

Ah, Varela, damn feline
If I catch your face I'll send you to hell
Your son's pig is in the best college
With the money he steals from dealers in the city

The pig has a mustache that is his vanity
A quad bike, and two houses in the Algarve
The pig has a trauma that is a secret
His ex-wife ran away with a big black guy

Little noise fuck! Do you want to take more?
No, Mr. Guard, God forbid, I'll shut up now

Three and a half finally I left the station
They arrested so many people that the cell was full
They took my data and sent me home
I begged for some money, called my girl
But as usual, the bitch wasn't there

Shitty bitch roams the whole neighborhood
But I won't let go, the bitch has money
I got home, the door was broken
Broken glass at the entrance, had been robbed

Damn my cousin, the biggest stoner in the area
He had stolen a video from me to buy his daily dose

I opened the fridge, nothing to drink
I turned the kitchen, nothing to eat
I lay down in bed and started shaking
Four in the morning I can't fall asleep
Look at the bottom of the room insomnia
Why don't they stop laughing at me!? Paranoia!

I can't take it nigga, the agony is too great
I need something to send to my blood
Gas or gasoline give me that I smoke
Someone makes me a fix or I cut my wrists, I swear
No one hears me no matter how much noise I make

Suddenly, I seemed to hear people
Voices calling me in my mind
It must be hunger, I must be sick
I need help, urgently

(Halloween)
(Halloween)
(Halloween)
(Ahahahah)

After all, it was my niggas knocking on the door
(So? How's it going witch?
You're not going witch 'am looking for drugs?)
Let's go, fuck insomnia
We went to buy drugs on the corner twenty-four
Corner controlled by a registered dealer
Dealer known as Dino Diacho
Face marked with the scar of a stab
Dark glasses, suit, tie
Cuban cigar, diplomat's briefcase
The guy had been arrested more than twenty times
He was out here not even two months
A dark Cape Verdean only drove a Mercedes
We entered the neighborhood, gangsters everywhere

Calm down man we just came to buy a joint
Cape Verdean made a sign
Niggas stayed calm
He offered us a drink, we went to test the product
In the car, beautiful ladies, the most expensive wine
It's good nigga, today we have the day won
We started smoking, drinking non-stop
I was fasting and started vomiting
They kicked me out of the car with kicks and slaps
I pretended to faint but it didn't help me
We were three, they were more than twenty
Kicks to my head felt like dynamites

I managed to escape but I forgot
I went back (Little boys is my drug)
Damn, they surrounded me, gave me a beating
My niggas ran away, left me lying on the road
Battered face, torn clothes
Big stone, five in the morning
Lying in vomit with no money, no angala
Suddenly I feel a flash
(And the light goes out, and leaves, and leaves, and leaves)

I was unconscious until an old lady woke me up

(Oh don't move son, I already called an ambulance)
Ambulance? I stole her necklace, took off her ring
Hunted her wallet and put myself at a distance
Neighbors heard screams called the police
With the high I was, even if they called the CIA

On my back, taking a stab, I didn't even feel it
Anything, changed my heartbeat

The heart stopped, the heart exploded
Not even Obikwelu could catch me the way I ran

I arrived at Santo António it was already day
There's no one who likes me in this neighborhood
It seems like everyone wants to bring me down
Nigga I'm on the ground I won't fall from here

The old folks in the neighborhood, all look at me sideways

(So boy? When are you going to get a job?)
Ask your wife if she needs a dick
I had so many friends, we did shit every day

One was killed the others went to Caxias
Sometimes I think, my day will come
But I don't think much, my head is fucked up

Twenty-four hours a day with a knife in my pocket
Turning from corner to corner looking for lunch
Seeing if a guy can make money to get high
If a guy can make it, he'll go crazy
It's been a month and a half since I went to class
Once again I probably failed for absences
I was never stupid or a big slacker
The teachers just never liked me

Some said out loud that I wanted to make fun of them
SASE kids put your finger in the air
Everyone laughed but laughed quietly
They knew that outside they were getting punched

There was a girl named Bianca
Bianca was my childhood crush
A mulatto girl almost white
I chased her since childhood
But she never wanted to date me
She says she's never seen such an annoying, so chunga guy

Go Bianca if you don't like my clothes
My mother doesn't sew, my stepfather doesn't buy
Get out of here you smell bad from your mouth
You're not even pretty you're not good

I'm going to drop out of school, set up my stall
Buy some clothes, smoke a lot of weed
I'm going to buy a Mercedes like the one Dino sends
Then I'm going back to school, I'm going to date Bianca
My back hurts, the high is gone
The pain comes and goes, help me brotha

Fuck
I'm tired of this life, fuck it
Fuck it
I'm tired of this life, fuck it
Fuck it
I'm tired of this life, fuck it
Fuck it
I'm tired of this life, fuck it
Fuck it

One of these days I'll grab a gun
Give a big bath and leave
I'm going to a place where no one knows me
A place far from my head
I'm afraid no one will remember me
But I'm more afraid, boy, of staying here

This is the Karma, of a thug's life
I keep walking, dragging myself
My eyelashes so heavy
Weigh a ton
My legs so tired
I wish I could get home
I don't know if I made it, I think I stayed there
I lay down on a park bench and fell asleep