Pomba Branca

If God rolls with a credit card
Not even a birthmark shows up in a medical exam
For the rich kid, the cause is the outdated code
The jerk wants the death penalty, life in prison
Thinks that with minors doing time as adults
There won't be a Brazilian politician on CNN with a scandal
Betting on repression, on a hostile police
A cop torturing me in an empty lot
While I was poor, disfigured in a black coffin
There's a saying: it’s easy when it’s someone else’s ass
But the volcano erupted, it blew up
And the lava that flowed melted down your mansion
Woke up to life with a hundred blisters on his body
With a thief burning two packs of Marlboro on his skin
Hatred crossed the slum's border
To declare that peace is only underground
I’m not the one benefiting from impunity
Tell me how many Nicolau are in the precinct?
Wants the gunfire at night to stop
Starts a petition against Taurus Colt
The arms factory is cranking out production
Smuggling to Rio, SP, Afghanistan
And for every bullet in the corpse, a rich kid profits
In this war, the most innocent is the slum kid with a Russian rifle

Today God rides in an armored car, surrounded and protected by ten armed angels
Today God rides in an armored car, surrounded and protected by ten armed angels
The white dove has two shots in its chest, two shots in its chest
The white dove has two shots in its chest, two shots in its chest

Think about it, the gun's on the ship at the port
Cocaine in the air taxi arriving at the airport
There’s a flaw in the enemy's image
Danger doesn’t wear a shirt, in the district
It’s the one with the designer who wears silk
Has a degree to kill defenseless kids
In the billboard, the ad guy made a mistake
Didn’t see the suited thief with the Glock cocked
Kidnapper, the media covers it, a month, he’s dead
Unlike the one who steals with a golden pen
If by miracle he gets locked up, he’s emotionally shaken
And they prescribe house arrest for the loser
The thief of six chickens is in prison
The banker is free because he has a fixed address
Dreams that Congress will pass a tougher law
It’s the same as a congressman shooting himself in the head
With the justice system reformed, I’m not the one screwed
It’s the lady who’s taking a jumbo to her husband
What makes me steal isn’t a light sentence
It’s seeing the rice can with not a gram
I’m just the consequence that gives you a yellow tape
Effect of the mayor with dollars in Geneva
The blood from the hill is the fuel for the jet
In the insurance company, even the sacred mantle

Today God rides in an armored car, surrounded and protected by ten armed angels
Today God rides in an armored car, surrounded and protected by ten armed angels
The white dove has two shots in its chest, two shots in its chest
The white dove has two shots in its chest, two shots in its chest

Happiness isn’t eating with a golden fork
While my kid plays in the sewer
Money is just paper, it won’t go to the grave
In the end, it’s just heirs fighting over their industries
For five thousand, Jesus divided five loaves and two fish
The same attitude avoids guts on the carpet
The indifference that doesn’t let you reach into your pocket
Is the same as the crazy one who cuts his face
Eternal victim on his knees, hostage to fear
Your white dove has two shots in its chest
Because you prefer to spend on a nuclear shelter
In the bank, raised an armored car, your new home
Enriching the private security industry
Buying bulletproof vests instead of donating food baskets
The worst police in the world won’t help you
To solve a case, fourteen from Scotland Yard
I don’t see a damn soul fighting for schools in the slum
Just to lock me up and throw away the key
The bourgeoisie is ashamed to be Brazilian
Not because of the starving kid, but because she gave me the password
Grab the passport, shove it up your ass and disappear
Go mow lawns in Texas, be a whore in London
Instead of changing the law, get a heart transplant
Buy one at the funeral home with a little compassion

Today God rides in an armored car, surrounded and protected by ten armed angels
Today God rides in an armored car, surrounded and protected by ten armed angels
The white dove has two shots in its chest, two shots in its chest
The white dove has two shots in its chest, two shots in its chest

Today God rides in an armored car, surrounded and protected by ten armed angels
Today God rides in an armored car, surrounded and protected by ten armed angels
The white dove has two shots in its chest, two shots in its chest
The white dove has two shots in its chest, two shots in its chest