Amor Só De Mãe

Go see, when I'm in trouble
I need an idea, I don't see anyone
Family, partners only think about what suits them
Don't fall and then thief, I know very well who was there for me
Only God knows what I went through, my love is only from mother, that's how I think
There are several scoundrels who shake my hand, call me brother
But turn their backs when need knocks on my door
I always ran for what's right, I'm not God to be all correct
I don't bow my head to my enemy, if the thought is concrete
I regret if envy was stronger than sensibility
Prisoners now and forever, the target
Yes, I saw, ran, and did what it took for things to turn around
I faced difficulties but I resisted the artillery
Which, by the way, was too weak
I believed, I believe that morals are not earned, they are made
Chase after it because I won't give wings to the enemy
You lived but you won't live to keep up with our pace
Those who know what I'm talking about don't want to be, because they already are in fact
They don't make up stories, they don't live or chase after status
Only God is the only trust in them
And in Him is the only love, the source since childhood
I don't fear because somewhere I know God is watching over me
And you who embraced the world, which did nothing for you
End of the year there inside, saved, castle is just champagne
Keep it for yourself, scoundrel, because love is only from mother

Hello!
Hello, son? It's mom, where are you?
Oh mom, I'm doing something
With the partners who were arrested in the robbery there
Robbery? And how are you doing?
I'm fine mom
We went to do something with the partner's mom there, you know?
But the thing is, it was forgotten, but hey, he's in jail
But he's not dead, he's in jail, but he's not dead, you know?
Okay son, may God be with you

Sunday without a visit, and the rest of the money the police raided
Your scene partners came for you, they were shocked
Three years have passed and the bleached blonde works at 12
What value does that have now, already killed for the cow and nowadays
Your children are abandoned, playing airplane in bitterness
What do you want for them, the same table or the same madness
Bro, now you realize the people you valued
While the one who deserves it, begged for your love
What good were the nights with the bitches who only wanted
Money
How many thousand reais in the scene but it's only her who's suffering
Criminal, reflect on the idea, think, because the path is
Constant, without freedom and without an ally but with a mother's love

In the life of crime I surrendered
And to survive I had to kill
And tears of a mother, I made roll
Know son that I forgave you
And to see you happy I had to cry
I just don't want to lament
I want to see you come back

It's tough to know that you hurt the one who loved you the most
No matter how respected in the crime, scoundrel
Now you feel like nothing, bro
The world turns and it's always her who will help you
No matter how much we talk about brotherhood, it's only her you can trust
Share the sadness and joy because no one is that loyal
And I know what she asks for, it's because she will never want it for you
Do you understand now, scoundrel, why love is only from mother?
Live for her, value that phrase God be with you
Inside who rules is your jumbo
Is always present on visiting days
Who fainted and almost died of a heart attack with the news
Abandoned, whip cracking
Inside the prison and the shock troops invading
And only she with her heart in her hand
Knowing that those who don't sit to learn
Will never stand to teach
And that crime is what it is
But it will never admit the flaws
She asks God to always enlighten you and that He
Accompanies you, the example is for you scoundrel
And love is only from mother
I didn't lament when I even killed
Seeing tears of a mother that I made roll
But only I know, everything I went through
When I had to return to a life of crime

My son? October 15, 1993
I remember as if it were yesterday
Favela surrounded, my house invaded
I even thought it was a robbery, but no
Suddenly I saw my son's name being shouted
The police invaded my house
Took my son outside, killed him
Threw a bunch of drugs on top
After that my life changed completely

I lost my son in '92 in the Carandiru massacre
They didn't present the document, nor the body at the morgue
Since the day of the massacre

My son? My son is a young man
A young man stuck in a wheelchair, for the rest of his life
Every mother knows, covers the Sun with a sieve
And I was one more!