Alcatraz

From the penthouse, I watch the kids down there
Flip-flops on their elbows, playing barefoot soccer
Happy, no wall with broken glass
No guard with walkie-talkie, video camera
Going to school, dreaming behind the Nissan's armor
With kites, spinning tops, soapbox cars
I'm 12 and so far no one at home has complained
That in my free kick I broke your window
No fun in the condo with my new bike
I feel like a hamster running in a cage
My dad never picked me up after school
To see him, I have to schedule with his secretary
My mom only cares about plastic surgery, jewelry
Haute couture, theater, fashion shows
For them, screw what the poor are eating, drinking
I finish my computer, escargot, but stuck
I'm just a commodity, a product for kidnapping
My driver in the fake checkpoint is a bullet in the brain
For those who play alone, there's no cool cartridge
Without the internet, I wouldn't even have a virtual friend
Screw the water park, the water slide
I want my team's flag, shouting goal in the stands
I'd give my go-kart, my share of the inheritance
To be at the hill bar, playing arcade games

I dream of the emancipation letter from my golden Alcatraz
With peace without guard or brick wall
I dream of the emancipation letter from my golden Alcatraz
With peace without guard or brick wall

I dream of the emancipation letter from my golden Alcatraz
With peace without guard or brick wall
I dream of the emancipation letter from my golden Alcatraz
With peace without guard or brick wall

From down here, I watch the luxury penthouse
What would it be like to open the fridge and have everything
Living in a 600 square meter apartment
Weekends at the family's farm, at the stud farm
I go to school dreaming of a glass of milk
With the shelves of Ri Happy, a sneaker without duct tape
To this day, a roasted chicken was my best lunch
Baker's alms so I don't look at his oven
No fun in the favela ride with my stolen bike
Near corpses, cops giving a hard time
Ha, if I hide a camera to film
What my dad hits me, the nanny becomes a saint
My mom only cares about choosing the dress
It has to be really fucked up, to sell candy in your window
I was born to be a guinea pig, damn it
To test with the 9-3-8 armored suit worth 9 grand
Like the dog that hates the cat, the cat that hates the mouse
By instinct, I want the condo kid buried
Son of selfish, what a tourist country
Bad omen has to early bump into pesticide
Has a photo in Orlando, hugging Mickey
And for me to ride in a Vectra, I'm just handcuffed
I'd even give my automatic with two full clips
To never dream again about lunch at recess

I dream of the emancipation letter from my plywood Alcatraz
With peace without revolver or tortured hostage
I dream of the emancipation letter from my plywood Alcatraz
With peace without revolver or tortured hostage

I dream of the emancipation letter from my plywood Alcatraz
With peace without revolver or tortured hostage
I dream of the emancipation letter from my plywood Alcatraz
With peace without revolver or tortured hostage

My dad's wine is 12 grand a bottle
I think about the number of food baskets, the appetite leaks
I foresee that one day there will be a bomb in the engine
Turned the key in the ignition: Goodbye, doctor!
Owner of a famous store, several branches
The type who hates the poor, but not their money
As a hobby, humiliating the maid
Also taking the jet and skydiving
The world is the body and he is the malignant tumor
Descendant of those who stole the lands of the Indians
I will never have my emancipation letter
It's that a body on fire is not my family's problem

My dream is to be a movie star
But not be the black actor carrying a tray
I want to give a press conference, have my face photographed
But not to explain my cinematic escape
Harvard for the kid with a scooter on his foot
One with a drum for the Styrofoam one, selling popsicles
No Game Boy, Tec Toy toy
On my birthday it's just two Dolly sodas and a Seven Boys cake
I'm the plastic artist, ready to exhibit
Your police sketch in the museum of pain
There's a wall of tears between the poor and the rich kid
On the golden side, the victim grows, on the red, their executioner

I dream of the emancipation letter from my golden Alcatraz
With peace without guard or brick wall
I dream of the emancipation letter from my golden Alcatraz
With peace without guard or brick wall

I dream of the emancipation letter from my plywood Alcatraz
With peace without revolver or tortured hostage
I dream of the emancipation letter from my plywood Alcatraz
With peace without revolver or tortured hostage

I dream of the emancipation letter from my golden Alcatraz
With peace without guard or brick wall
I dream of the emancipation letter from my golden Alcatraz
With peace without guard or brick wall

I dream of the emancipation letter from my plywood Alcatraz
With peace without revolver or tortured hostage
I dream of the emancipation letter from my plywood Alcatraz
With peace without revolver or tortured hostage