Violência Policial

Busy dawn, dog barking
I have a feeling a soul is rising
Gunshots at this time are not normal
Must be the police preparing a funeral
Siren noise wakes up the residents
Then comes the news, a worker dies
Honest humble man considered a criminal
Left forever a woman and two children
The bloodstain at the scene hasn't faded
They are marks of violence that the police left
Every day in every neighborhood, police violence
Child with a notebook considered a criminal
Time goes by, where is justice?
They only take action when a rich person is a victim
Men of the law, that's the name of the enemy
Inside the patrol car are the real criminals

Uniform, gun, and the power to judge
On top of all that, a license to kill
Walking on the street, they think they own it
Throwing drugs into the favela

Being stopped is nothing, the worst is the humiliation
Taking you to the police station after beating you
Unfortunately, this is the daily routine
Police murderers killing several guys
Black and poor, the main victims
Everything is uncovered but doesn't make the news
I don't understand anything, not even the internal affairs
They forget the rights of the outskirts
It seems almost normal, the poor being humiliated
Even assaulted by uniformed vigilantes
Walking on the street is very dangerous
To them, you're a criminal from head to toe
With a gun in hand, they want to catch you in the act
You have to be alert every hour, every moment
Men of the law, that's the name of the enemy
Inside the patrol car are the real criminals

Uniform, gun, and the power to judge
On top of all that, a license to kill
Walking on the street, they think they own it
Throwing drugs into the favela