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African man, immigrant, unemployed
The guy seen as the enemy of the state
Welcome to the lost pages of a diary
A suicidal daily grind for those living in a hood
Where armed kids rob people
With hunting rifles, knives, and guns
Clowns in the world of crime and drugs
Dudes without families in this place, it’s tough
Step into the street, open your eyes, stay sharp
A month on a job, I earn in an hour
Packaged product, refined, it’s in the area
Parked car is a cop car
White girl gives white, gives dumb, gives kaya
Get rid of the product, count the cash, Scaja
We live how we know, no one can judge us
On the streets, anything goes, even the PAVIT can catch you
Hey bro, take it slow
Crime ain't something you should be proud of
In the world of G, G bucha is the boss
You’re just a pawn, cannon fodder
Dudes think they’re on the TV screen
Avoid, brother, my programming
Baby born premature, infected with AIDS
Mom, a prostitute, hooked on heroin
Inmate hung himself with his own shirt
Girls without breasts already sell the krika
Ukrainian mafia kills a taxi driver
African party ends in a brawl
Pigs are in mourning and demand justice
We, Irineu, won the ballistic contest
What’s the price of a life today
In a country run by politicians with no politics
Sniffing power, democracy is the drug
Propaganda machine in the shadow of mass media
Decorated speeches fool the majority
Blame failures while chasing minorities
From Africa, a barren land
Hunger, war, AIDS, cholera, corruption
Malaria, a dollar per capita, sold-out band
Soil, Latin America, the heart of Asia
Is migration the solution for our people?
Is the ambition to have a decent home?
A calm life, a job, a servant
I see the mass flow heading west
Like birds without wings following a shooting star
Old, mature, on the job, one day got sick
Didn’t deserve for the world to give me a delinquent child, oh
African man, born, unemployed
The guy seen as the enemy of the state
The enemy of the state (4x)

They don’t screw us, bro
Criminals like Mitó, outlaw
Outlaw, outlaw