Homem Bomba

If they want to kill me, kill me now
If they want to kill me, it's good that they kill me now
I have a loaded, cocked mind, ready to fire
I am the voice that can no longer be silenced
Imprisoned, suffocated, censored, wanting to be free
I am the father who, when he tries to dream
The humiliation of the minimum wage quickly wakes me up
I am the mother who supports the home
With a business that the municipal police come and try to steal
I am the cop who tries to disguise
But I'm just a thief with a license to shoot
In a situation I didn't ask to be in
But if the state doesn't give me my salary, I have to go get it
I am the student who just wants to graduate
But higher education teaches me there's a price to pay
To prostitute myself to make ends meet
The tuition fee before the payment deadline expires
I am the citizen who thinks of protesting
But the rapid intervention force can retaliate
Bullets of ignorance that could cost me
The life I pray every day to improve

It's natural
Everyone has a limit, how far the heart can resist
No, it's okay
Fight to live
Find a solution

Stepson of this land of Samora Machel, Mondlane, Uria, and Matsanga-isa
Desperate with no place to live
While luxury condos are multiplying
I pay to increase the tax revenue
But with the transportation I receive in return, I have to tighten my belt
Only the voter who doesn't know who to vote for
They want us to continue or those who say something has to change
In a country where truth is a shovel
When spoken, it digs a deep hole where they will bury you
That's why it's better to shine shoes
If I don't kiss up, someone will pull my rug
I am the flower that will always wither
Because I live on the street and only the rain waters me
The child that no one wants to love
And in the future, the adult you will surely hate
I am the citizen who thinks of protesting
But the rapid intervention force can retaliate
Bullets of ignorance that could cost me
The life I pray every day to improve

It's natural
Everyone has a limit, how far the heart can resist
No, it's okay (it's okay!)
Fight to live
And find a solution

Sons of bitches, you will have to explain
How a country that produces nothing can sustain itself
Even tomatoes the people have to import
Because politicians only have balls to scratch
And is this how poverty will end?
Wealth divided among those who have been accumulating for 30 years
And us, the people, who will guide us?
They ask us to save, with examples of how to waste
And we can only be silent, AKM's from the PRM can speak
That's how they know how to dialogue
Killing two innocent children before talking
Academics with a PhD in brushing
Social masturbation until the boss ejaculates
Result: The country is heading
To applaud, smile, and dance in the poverty hole

It's natural
Everyone has a limit, how far the heart can resist
No, it's okay
Fight to live
And find a solution

It's natural
Everyone has a limit, how far the heart can resist
No, it's okay
Fight to live
And find a solution
A solution
A solution
A solution

Traitor, traitor, impostor, impostor
We were all betrayed by expectation
Dementedly intoxicated by alcohol
Closely watched by leaders
As an effort of the economy, developing
In vital times of buying the present
From the winner of the promotion
Of a false yellow or hotter summer
All to want to return us
Betrayed by the informer who closed his eyes during the robbery
The teacher who failed the test because of the salary
The driver who deviated from the route
The clerk who served poorly
The neighbor who denied help
The violence that is deeply rooted
In the identity of a people getting used to not thinking
To not doing, to not enjoying
What is with what they have
And what could be
If they discover the impostor walking around