From Hell do Céu

Seems to me now they've lost control
In this rat race, I know very well who's in the lead
Whether it offends or pleases
Your place on the starting grid doesn't change a thing
Fly over in a flight the zoo where you survive
Observe the natural order of things in decline
I was there, and I didn't see you there
Face to face, side by side
Tête-à-tête, with the masters of puppets
See if you assimilate
Who orchestrates, who trains, and who has the master key
Who dilates your pupil, who annihilates us
From hell to heaven
Breaking barriers, communication in the tower of Babel
Interference in the frequency
Waking up first to make the dream come true is the science

I shoot and stop in the infinite
Refuel, move forward, it's beautiful
I travel through space and what I see I write down
And only Jah Jah can give me a verdict

Some give up, others stay, some give up and stay
Only physical space they occupy and indicate
The tragicomedy of those who don't have the reins of their own existence
Brains on vacation, several bums celebrating the end of the world
Meanwhile, the common citizen feels ridiculous
Can't find peace in the verse, knocking from door to door
With a resume under the arm, whole family in a cubicle
Dependent on Ecad, dependent on the Green Card
Wakes up early and sleeps late, completing the vicious, dangerous circle
Like mining in the reserve of the Cinta-larga
Black Alien sings the bitter life through Rap and Ragga
Against all plagues
Without fear of those who, like a dog, bite the hand that caresses

I shoot and stop in the infinite
Refuel, move forward, it's beautiful
I travel through space and what I see I write down
And only Jah Jah can give me a verdict

While the world changes through music
I prepare steel poetry in my steel mill
A nightly habit inspired by Saturn
And its rings around, there's no turning back
I've always been here, in the raw verb like sashimi
The truth will come to light through birth, heart attack in the myocardium
Revolution will not be televised or come through the radio
Stainless steel, instrumental and mental in the jukebox
Low blow, lose points, it's like in boxing
Prepare to dodge, real information for the drifting people
In the land of unproductive land