Muita Treta

Yeah, APC 16
You can believe
Vich, vich, vich, vich

Vich, a lot of trouble, vich
A lot of trouble, vich
Vich, a lot of trouble, vich
A lot of trouble, vich

It's a lot of trouble to live in a place where nobody respects you
Where the police roll and lay on top of the humble
She beats a bunch of good citizens
She takes the youngest and throws him in the juvenile detention center
It's a lot of trouble the traitor president we have
Who sold himself to the oppressor for a low price
Traitor who lets the enemy take the wealth from his own cradle
Thanks to him, the foreigner comes here and sets up a company
Enslaves the workforce
My people get the worst, get the leftovers
It's a lot of trouble to see peace getting further away
Hear shots and know that my brothers are drowning in their own blood

Vich, a lot of trouble, vich
A lot of trouble, vich, it's a lot of trouble
Vich, a lot of trouble, vich
A lot of trouble, vich, it's a lot of trouble

It's a lot of trouble to see restricted education
The guys dying in the game, so reflect on that
Insist on better conditions for your people and for yourself
For that, a correct behavior is necessary
What's the point of posing with a gun in hand, selling drugs to your brothers
Who are dying on the streets or inside the prison
It's a lot of trouble to see certain guys go up on stage
To talk about consciousness and struggle
And behind the scenes betray their wives and children with prostitutes
Betray our people lying again
They sold out for money, they sold out for fame, for the cash
But I warn you, God is not deceived

That's why I don't act like a thief
I don't act like a fool with a gun in hand
I don't sell illusions to my brothers, but I preach revolution
In a non-violent way
Unfortunately, wanting peace is a lot of trouble

Vich, a lot of trouble, vich
A lot of trouble, vich, it's a lot of trouble
Vich, a lot of trouble, vich
A lot of trouble, vich, it's a lot of trouble

It's a lot of trouble the farce of celebrating 500 years of deception
500 years of exploitation, lies, and inequality
What the Portuguese whites did to my people was cruel and cowardly
The Indians died and the blacks who are not in cells are in the slums
My verse has power
It's the ghetto's raid that makes the rich kids run

The government promotes racism and segregation
But sooner or later the power will return to our hands
Because in the Bible there's this written phrase
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice
Whether they are white or black
For they shall be satisfied by God
And just to add, I'll finish by saying
That it's a lot of trouble
The pact the government made with the American devil
Who installed the industry that kills millions per year
I'm referring to alcohol, I'm referring to nicotine
Destruction of my brothers, destruction of the girls
I'll say it and you can believe
The biggest trouble of all will be when Jesus Christ returns

Vich, a lot of trouble, vich
A lot of trouble, vich, it's a lot of trouble
Vich, a lot of trouble, vich
A lot of trouble, vich, it's a lot of trouble

Vich, a lot of trouble, vich
A lot of trouble, vich, it's a lot of trouble
Vich, a lot of trouble, vich
A lot of trouble, vich

Vich, a lot of trouble, vich
A lot of trouble, vich, it's a lot of trouble