Moleques São Meninos, Crianças São Também

Boy talks, boy runs
Boy bleeds, boy dies
Boy is a child waiting for better days
Seeing in the play the only hope
Boy prays, boy runs
Once you're in, you can't get out
They caught a boy tying another to a pole
It became a TV show to please the snobby family
Cousin is crime, crime is the safe
No multiverse like Rick and Morty
It hurts to see that kid tying another to a pole
They were only seven, at seven you don't choose
Death in that child's hands

Boys are kids, children are too
Boys are kids, children are too
Born to be treated right

Boys are kids, children are too
Boys are kids, children are too
Born to be treated right

No school, no sports, no affection, they've already set the trap
Heart of a horse, thunder of a strong lightning
Where the state doesn't reach, evil charts the course
For the death of that child's life
Slums that you want to call community
Slum where the scholar says he knows it all
Slum that sows love and wants prosperity
Boy that you marginalize and don't know
Half of that child's life

Boys are kids, children are too
Boys are kids, children are too
Born to be treated right

Boys are kids, children are too
Boys are kids, children are too
Born to be treated right
The death of that child