Somos Poucos Mas Somos Loucos
Charlie Brown Jr.
We Are Few But We Are Crazy
Oh! Charlie Brown Junior, album 5
We are few, but we are very crazy
Skateboard in the veins, turns boys on the house, Santos!
Listen to me condoms what are you going to do in those points?
We are the true nation, all brothers walking the line
Following what's beyond face to face we're mobilizing
We're where the crazy thoughts are miles and mines and brothers
I was abandoned for being in power or for trying to have fun
I'm not like that brother who judges you
Nor as little as the one who judges himself
Who can't hold on who can't situate
Who can't see someone doing well and already gets a big-eyed look
How much culture a shot doesn't cure the madness is over the craving remains and hey
Prohibition didn't help, family! Base, it's us, you know it, Santos!
Charlie Brown!
For me a crazy rhyme is like a learning page
That changes the whole picture and leaves the brothers connected
Life demands a lot seriously
You won't escape
You can't hide and you shouldn't delude yourself
Touches the wound like national rap
As Mano Brown did, mental revolution
The thing hits the stereo of my car
When rap is playing, I just listen, I don't speak
I'm a white guy, I admire blackness
Nikimba, sabotage, apply black, tarobinha, Rapin' Hood
What matters is attitude, attitude is not lacking
Hey... It's messed up, it's them!
(Do you remember)
It's not an escort
Today I only seek my peace
Today I only seek my peace
The spokesperson has to inform you
The spokesperson has to add to you
If you didn't mess up, messed up, messed up, messed up
Because any nonsense, no way
Tell me in raga muffin let's speak the truth
Tell me in raga muffin let's then speak the truth
Chorão and Champignon, what a responsibility
Naked on drums and Marcão on guitar
Leaves people in the dust
Leaves people in longing, in longing
Authority comes, invades without any criteria
Sound of the siren, smell of death
They knocked down another one
In front of the child they broke the father
The uniformed common people come in, enter, kill and leave
Without being judged
Corrupted, alienated, revolted, failed
This picture is emerging
The picture of the movie of your life
The picture of lives and lives of the forgotten majority
Resulting from neglect and corruption
Kid grew up, had no job, so he turned to theft
There are a lot of angry kids out there
One dies, a bunch is born with the greatest disposition
Your own life taught you
To walk on your own legs
Now you just have to get rid of the evil
That corrodes you, destroys you
Today I only seek my peace
Today I only seek my peace
The spokesperson has to inform you
The spokesperson has to add to you
If you didn't mess up, messed up, messed up, messed up
Because any nonsense, no way
Tell me in raga muffin let's speak the truth
Tell me in raga muffin let's then speak the truth
Chorão and Champignon, what a responsibility
Naked on drums and Marcão on guitar
Leaves people in the dust
Leaves people in longing, in longing
The exterminators of the future are almost all of us
Almost all of us
The reason for glory is often the reason for war
Because the taste of victory is knowing how to deal with waiting
What will be the solution, if you don't even know what the problem is?
What's your problem, what's your problem man?
What's your problem, what's your problem man?
Who has a mouth speaks what he wants, but can't be a fool
It's done!
