Infância Interrompida
Atitude Rap
Interrupted Childhood
I didn't want to come here to talk about tragedy
I wanted to tell jokes, laugh at comedy
But if I read the newspaper, the smile doesn't come
What comes is the mother who shoots her own child
Family destroyed because of drugs
But for many people, that doesn't matter much
No one wants to know about 11-year-old girls
Who prostitute themselves and sleep on the streets in corners
If it were your daughter offering herself at the traffic light
Trying to sell her body for any penny
No, it's not a lie, believe me, it's real
Nowadays all of this seems normal
Molested children, no one sees
Only sees the sluts dancing on TV
(Call 911 and make your report)
That's the joke of these sons of bitches
Tell me who believes in corrupt police
Who kill innocents, rape prostitutes
That's the reality we live in
Drugged children, shootings, wakes, burials
Pedophilia, cowardice, pure agony
Another monster who abuses his own daughter
Gives life and at the same time takes it away
Another lost hope, interrupted childhood
For those who abuse children, the death penalty is not enough
Or those who kill their girlfriend and throw the body in the sewer
Or the whore who sleeps around and gets pregnant again
Then goes to the back alley to have an abortion
Or the cow who has children without commitment
After maternity, throws the baby in the trash
How many times have I seen on the news
Father killing child or vice versa
Kid who goes to the street and joins a gang
To steal, traffic, and maybe shed blood
Maybe because of the influence of television
Or because the family doesn't give you attention
Maybe because you're tired of staying at home
And your father comes home drunk in the middle of the night
Beating your mother and siblings
That's what he learned, that was his education
This shit is increasing more and more
Children working when they should be studying
They leave early in the morning to beg for change
If they come home without money, they get beaten by the stepfather
And now you say that every child
Has to play, dream, and have hope
To one day make their dreams come true
And have a great future without being humiliated
But a kid leaves home and is caught on the road
Beaten mercilessly by the addicted mother
Screaming to stop but the pain only increases
And it goes on and the trauma doesn't end