Confissão 157

Hold on, I'm coming
Oh aunt, is Dum there?
What do you want with him?
We're going to play soccer
Dum, the boy is calling me
Wait, I'm coming
It's taking a while
Don't take long, come back quickly

Difficult times, dirt roads
I'm the kid who was born in the favela
Played soccer, flew kites
Since I was a kid, I saw the hustle
Two allies and a common story
It was us 3, if it's not the three of us
It's none
Us side by side for any eventuality
In sadness, in joy, or in longing
Time passes, difficult times
Still us 3, with us 3 there was no crisis
Same age, 17 the consequences
Youngest from the hill, used to scarcity
I saw everything, had nothing
I never knew what a brand shirt was
No light, no hot water
No father, absent mother
Who leaves early and only comes back in the morning
Only earns 15 a day cleaning
Marked face, marked by wrinkles
Doesn't give up, survives and fights
Confusing fight, oh mother, it never ends
Only tears flow, I never saw a smile
Why smile, son, if we don't even have food to eat
So mother, don't worry, we will succeed
I got angry and said enough is enough
Bumped into the boys, the three of us together
Before the scene, I prayed
Now begins the confession of 157

I know I'm wrong
For stealing
But still I say the prayer
Hey kid, the confession of 157

Flames ignited by my actions
No reflection, difficult times
Sordid paths to be followed
If walking barefoot, sow thorns
But I got tired of the slow process
With this money, maybe I can buy a roof
Crazy scene, you needed to see
We invaded, they started trembling
Screams and tears, people hugging
I remembered my mother who only cries silently
And the two boys, they were amazed
So much money, so many things, so much gold damn
We took everything, got out
My share even came in a Dollar quota
I made the purchase, paid for water
I brought light into my house
Frightened, my mother asks
Where does the money for abundance come from?
I played the lottery, mother, and I won
Did you win alone, or did you win with the six of us?
You know, right, I was clever
When mother speaks, the child stays quiet
For me it was already good, it eased the suffering
But the boys, they thought differently
No, no, no, stay calm, we're already on the move
I found out, there's another strong move
So again, me and the boys
And the confession of 157 continues

I know I'm wrong
For stealing
But still I say the prayer
Hey kid, the confession of 157

Tense moments, strange thing
I heard my name in this shit
Is it my mother calling me in thought
Or is it the adrenaline that settles in my chest?
I don't know, man, I'm already a little wary
First time I wasn't like this
I'm not well, my hands sweat
Is it the madness from my flour?
Stagnant, still and prepared
To get out, everything is wrong for me
And suddenly several shots in my direction
Even hit, I return to the favela
I turn on the screen, the scene is shocking
The two boys were caught red-handed
Caught in the act of robbery in no time
The civil guard arrives, surrounds the area and gives
The group a voice of arrest
Notice this image
One of the accused tries to escape running
A chase begins, the civil guard
Fires 3 shots and manages to prevent the robber from fleeing
What will it be, what will it be?
I hear footsteps
Is it my God that I was snitched on?
It can't be, no chance, they're allies
In the patrol car, fingers pointed
Arms extended, pointed at me
They snitched on me inside the favela
No dignity, no consideration
They didn't think twice, they gave my name
Right
I never thought this of you, it's a rude thing
The whole gang was caught red-handed
Locked up in a cell now I think
What will become of my mother, it's just lament
For several nights a dream haunts me
Reminds me that I didn't say the prayer
And in the cell, the two boys continue
Unfortunately, they confessed 157
And in the cell, the two boys continue
Unfortunately, they snitched on me in 157