Aparthaid No Dilúvio de Sangue

May there be no one who has compassion for their orphans
May there be no one who has compassion for their orphans
May there be no one who has compassion for their orphans
May there be no one who has compassion

[Eduardo]
May there be no one who has compassion for their orphans
Suffer, enemies! The psalm is categorical
Your sixth plague in the storm of tears
The flood is of blood, without Noah, without an ark
King's dream doesn't take me out of the beast's jaws
Slave and farm owner don't sit at the same table
Racial, social Apartheid prevails
On one side favela, on the other Hilton, Morumbi, Marginal
In popular superstition, the devil has horns and a tail
Smells of sulfur, has a trident, wears a cape
In reality, rides in a uranium-armored Bentley
Makes it to the Forbes billionaires list at the end of the year
Sits on the couch, turns on the home theater in the living room
To see mutilated children on a 60-inch screen
We have no achievements in technology, medicine
But we are the country with the most chic brands in Latin America
Sapphires, rubies, the bitch is happy
The fashion circuit of Jardins is equivalent to Paris
For the DHPP, your death is macroenvironmental
Frustration because I didn't have social ascension
To me Snow White likes to bite the witch's apple
Forgetting that sleep is eternal, you son of a bitch!
I understand the Al Qaeda and Hezbollah suicide bomber
His entrails in the air by Allah's blessing
Smell of roasted meat, Joelma in the X5
Migrated from Contigo to the darkness of the abyss
Now tries to buy God with a necklace and a pair of earrings
Signs the check with Montblanc to enter paradise
Brings the Gardenal, straitjacket, and the asylum
I don't know what is more legitimate, unfair, heinous
My heart wants peace, my brain poisonous gas
My good spirit today is Shining Path

May there be no one who has compassion for their orphans
Psalm 109 for the enemy is categorical
May there be no one who has compassion for their orphans
The flood of your apartheid is of blood and floats bodies
May there be no one who has compassion for their orphans
Psalm 109 for the enemy is categorical
May there be no one who has compassion for their orphans
The flood of your apartheid is of blood and floats bodies

[Dum Dum]
Wake up, unfaithful dog, war is not holy
Your satanic NGO's World Trade Center has fallen
Bled your 60 Mississippi model
The fire on your cross is extinguished by the shotgun
There the black man was hanged and had blues in church
Here they close the judge's Vectra and shoot him twice in the head
Italian mafia style, action of Cosa Nostra
Your river of greed flows into a sea of gunpowder
Answered the phone, the PM soils his pants
Escapes from the community base, here comes the motorcycle
Thompson, Ruger piercing the wall
The cap, the head, the chest, the vest
The cop felt the pain like the mother of those he killed
Cleaning the blood of his companion on the computer
Trained for months in Barro Branco to defend the mansion
And not a single flower from the boy inside the coffin
For him, give me a shock, pull out the nail, drown me
I'm crippled with a shot in the back, where's the wheelchair?
For true organized crime, there is no cell
That's why Gugu simulates the PCC on his screen
For the judge's habeas corpus, the appeal is a briefcase with money
Fuck if it's from the Cali or Tijuana Cartel
Rich bloodsucker, germ, cancerous gland
Today it's you who is chained and whipped on the back
Like your industrial machine that cuts off hands
They will separate your limbs with surgical precision
Not even the GATE disarms the bomb of stupidity
Welcome to Sierra Leone with Danish potential
The expert will collect your muscle tissue
Put it in a database that one day might access
From the refrigerated drawer, you will see your victory
Son calling the other father and your wife at Dall'Orto giving head

May there be no one who has compassion for their orphans
Psalm 109 for the enemy is categorical
May there be no one who has compassion for their orphans
The flood of your apartheid is of blood and floats bodies
May there be no one who has compassion for their orphans
Psalm 109 for the enemy is categorical
May there be no one who has compassion for their orphans
The flood of your apartheid is of blood and floats bodies

O God of my praise, do not remain silent
For the mouth of the wicked and the mouth of the deceitful are opened against me
They speak against me with a lying tongue
They surround me with words of hatred, they attack me without cause
In return for my love they are my adversaries
But I am a man of prayer, they repay me evil for good
And hatred in return for my love
Place over him a wicked man, and let an accuser stand at his right hand
When he is tried, let him be found guilty
And let his prayer become sin
May his days be few, and may another take his office
May his children wander and beg, seeking food far from the ruins they inhabit
May the creditor seize all he has
And strangers plunder the fruits of his labor
Let there be no one to extend kindness to him
Nor anyone to show mercy to his fatherless children
Psalm 109 from the Holy Bible