Tá Na Hora

This song I dedicate to all those;
That one day they lost someone;
Relatives, friends;
People who were victims of violent police routine;
People who for many made no sense at all;
But they were important people;
And that it will always be important to keep them in memory;
I don't just talk about those who are gone;
I'm also talking about those who are alive and involved with drugs;
People who are despised by their family;
They fall into the underworld and become marginalized;
Hey you who lost someone to the criminal underworld;
Join us and we will show those who are alive;
That there are so many good things that can still be done.

It's time, it's time to stop and think;
We are fucking Human Consciousness;
And we don't play heads and tails because;
We are from the outskirts of the east side of São Paulo;
And we are used to living with bad news;
Murders caused by police gangs;
On Avenida São Miguel, 3 bodies were found shot;
RDS, MOL and CGP;
Who appeared to be under 18 years of age, all of mixed race;
And it was more of a fact that for sure;
It was forgotten by many, perhaps less so by us;
Because we were created in the midst of evil;
Where killing is the honor of your personality;
And I will, I will mention some names for you to believe;
Pé de Pato, Cabo Bruno, Conte Lopez passed by;
"Full of reasons and gauges in hand";
Only to kill, only to kill;
They terrified the night streets of São Mateus;
Small and poor, humble, just another neighborhood of mine;
And there is no comfort there;
There is hunger, misery, death, moquifo;
Only scattered suffocation and sadness;
Everywhere, everywhere;
And children are no longer children, they are drug addicts;
They no longer play tag;
Running day and night through the alleys of the favela, yes;
They mixed with some weird guys;
Which are not good at all, they only bring bad incentives;
Using them as office boys for trickery;
For a role they make several trips.

Taught to live in a totally wrong way;
They are no longer obedient but naughty;
They no longer dream about the future;
They don't walk in the light, they float in the dark;
They play target shooting with a can on the wall;
And suddenly the alarm “there are gray rats in the area”;
The joke is over, everyone is terrified and jumps out;
They escaped once again, they got lucky;
But even so they did not escape the danger;
There are rats everywhere to cross our paths;
In every corner of the city there is a favela;
So the saying went, but;
In São Mateus there are favelas spread everywhere;
If it runs, the animal will catch it, if it becomes exterminated, it will disappear;
Why do they kill first and then know your name;
So peace never again.

I always dreamed of peace, peace, peace never again;
I always dreamed of peace, peace, peace never again.

We are subject to everything in the dark world;
Away from everyone and close to the police;
Making us the victims of vigilantes;
In the early hours of the morning, all you have to do to die is to be black or a poor suspect;
They take away our rights to live in peace, peace;
Peace never again.

Look at the fucking police acting again;
On top of innocents;
They always find a pretext for a shootout;
Where they killed a guy who owed nothing;
Or perhaps almost nothing;
It's true that I knew he wasn't a saint;
I also knew I wasn't involved;
In the one who insulted him;
On March 26, 94, he was murdered;
With two bruises on his chest, one on his head, Renato went;
Cocoran another murder, nothing justified;
It was just left in the comments, another closed file.