Cadê o Sensacionalismo

Thanks to Gangsta rap, considered a thief
A shovel doesn't break into a duplex and chop off a hand
Don't connect exposed wire to the socket
And give 220 volts to the Hebraica partner
I wish barbarism was Eduardo's psychosis
60 thousand deaths per year were impactful rhymes
Not even with Pinocchio, I would create a country that reaps
62 human rights activists per year
I didn't invent 800 thousand in prison dungeons
With a cost of 2 billion monthly
Nor the tradition of honoring with a bouquet of roses
Respiratory arrest, Mauser at the revolving door
Here the dream is to break through the border
With the Frontier, with 200kg of cocaine in the back
Minors don't listen to advice on the economy
Just: If the house falls, don't give your partner from the firm
No right to a meeting, we're talking on the street
In seconds, one from Twister sticks shooting
Making the innocent pay, without a defibrillator
By PM dumped in a 100-liter bag
They gave birth to the Jihadist shot on the bus
For the asshole governor to cheer like a national team goal
Being black, the Army kills you with 80 shots
So says the fucking Boy, where's the sensationalism?

Policy of extermination, homeland of racism
Tell me, fucking Boy, where's the sensationalism?
Tyranny, Neonazism, country of illiteracy
Tell me, fucking Boy, where's the sensationalism?
Policy of extermination, homeland of racism
Tell me, fucking Boy, where's the sensationalism?
Tyranny, Neonazism, country of illiteracy
Tell me, fucking Boy, where's the sensationalism?

What's your bourgeois credential to tell our story?
What's your curriculum of pain in the trajectory?
You didn't go to the favela, you didn't go to the hood
You didn't go to the lecture or to the Fundação Casa
When did you show up at the slam, at the rhyme battle
To make a book or movie about our life?
Listen to my advice: Go fuck yourself!
I don't use minefields to profit from the Rouanet law
What's worse: A rapper accused of advocacy
Or a president closed with militia?
I'm a liar for the wealthy with Cuban cigars
Who didn't put his son's brain inside his skull
After seeing the major in communication of cynicism
We only act in strict legality
Deceive me with the phrase that a petty thief
After the sentence becomes the leader of an army
A damn that prison is the crime's college
Misery is the biggest manual for the rifle
500 thousand guards monitor house, cargo
We are the worst in the world in mathematics
We are the champions in ballistic protection
And the world leaders in police victims
Many people's job is to deliver drug by drone to prison
So tell me, fucking Boy, where's the sensationalism?

Policy of extermination, homeland of racism
Tell me, fucking Boy, where's the sensationalism?
Tyranny, Neonazism, country of illiteracy
Tell me, fucking Boy, where's the sensationalism?
Policy of extermination, homeland of racism
Tell me, fucking Boy, where's the sensationalism?
Tyranny, Neonazism, country of illiteracy
Tell me, fucking Boy, where's the sensationalism?

I'm a criminal because I don't want the Enem being written
By the clan of illiterate political dictators
Because I say that what scares the boy is not Momo
But hunger blurring the view, making dizzy
Here the minor costs 12 thousand reais
And doesn't have personal products even in the reformatory
We pay 2,500 monthly to the State
And still the detainee is not rehabilitated
The national anti-drug policy secretariat
Creates traffickers to seize property
Some want gay cure, I want greed cure
To intern the rich for life in security measure
Instead of bringing hunger closer to food
They choose chips, alarms, anti-intrusion system
Implanting innovative birth control
Every poor mother, a child killed by an oppressive rat
It's not the video game that makes the child violent
It's surviving 24 hours in extreme poverty
They grab AK, not for the shooting game addiction
But to enter the dirty party of materialism
The photo of the dish on the outing, on social media
Tries to camouflage the virtual joy
We use the trash book against illiteracy
So tell me, fucking Boy: Where's the Sensationalism?