O Mundo É Nosso (parte 1)

I have a story to tell
I don't even know how it will end, but...
It's easy to understand (you know?)
Difficult is to solve the thing
Problems... several problems, right buddy?
You have to start with problems!

There had to be a problem
This son of a bitch wants to be a problem for me
It's a shame, have to solve the problem
Because without this problem, I'm already full of problems
Right! We are men, we solve it (how?)
We solve it with our guns
There's a buddy with some guns at home
He, who has the coolest guns in the areas
I know he's one of the toughest guys in the areas
But he loves this kid who never stops at home
And the kid is coming back from school
And sees me with the money buying the gun
Although he doesn't even realize what's coming
He also likes the notes and doesn't matter how they come
This kid hangs out with another kid, you know
This kid, he's 1.5.7., causes trouble
But the mother, she fights too much
From Monday to Monday, he asks too much
Like: 'where's my father, mother? Who is my father?'
And the surprise comes: 'this son of a bitch is my father?'

The problem is yours, the world is ours
So what are we going to do, alone?

And this son of a bitch, you won't believe
He has another woman, another family (fucked)
It's the third wife in his life
She got tired, she wants something else in life
He fell into a coma and she didn't even care
She's with the foreigner and swore she loves him
But the foreigner only thinks about her daughter
Thinks about that lady with a ring in Sweden (No!)
He thinks about that series, he lies, she flies in it
He sells her in Sweden! And her?
She thinks like a soap opera
You know Leci? There's a samba that reminds her
'Maria beautiful, lovely at the window, smiling waiting for the boy to arrive in the favela'
It's a reunion, look at that beautiful scene
(Her and the boy?) No! The boy and the cops on the corner
One is called a victim, and the other a criminal
One came back from the cell, and the other from rehab

The problem is yours, the world is ours
So what are we going to do, alone
This boy no longer loves life
Lost his woman to addiction, lost his family
Spent his father's inheritance and screwed his brother
Went back to his mother's house and got lost in the world
And this cop, in this life would make a movie about
Intelligence invested in crime day and night
Too proud to have no job
Too willing to have pockets and no money
To be hungry and not have milk
To have feet and not have sneakers
To have a mouth and not quench the thirst
To be a man and not use the penis
He prefers to have a mouth and sell the grass
Have a mouth and drink the beers
Be crazy and make some money

The problem is yours, the world is ours
So what are we going to do, alone

Remember the kid without a father, went crazy
Went to face the boy, disrespect the area
Maria beautiful from the window gets burned
She calls 1.9.0. (how ugly)
The cop sees the trouble and shoots some bullets
The cops arrive in the areas, the cops don't see, and he runs
Because the kid made the boy a hostage
The cop remembers he loves his kid too
Because the kid looks like someone's kid
He's a type of the cop's son
But son of a son of a bitch
The cop deceives but also gets involved
The cop holds the gun
Then sells it to those who pay well
He works for those who distribute coke and stuff
The pawn sells, he endures and returns the stuff

The problem is yours, the world is ours
So what are we going to do, alone

This pawn talked too much shit
Ruined his nose, dived into rocks and gas
Joined an actress that a buddy was fucking
And let me know who the guys were messing with
(Second session) This brother was next in the scheme
Next theme of the next scene, Datena style
Coincidence, I know who this junkie is
You know who? The guy who made me buy the gun!

The problem is yours, the world is ours
So what are we going to do, alone

'Did you get it? It's like a domino effect, buddy...
The solution to your problem becomes a problem for someone else
and so on. Every day someone is causing a problem
that will end up becoming a problem for me. You know?
Damn, the problem is yours, the world is ours