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African man, unemployed immigrant
An individual considered an enemy of the state
Welcome to the lost pages of a newspaper
The daily suicidal routine of those living in a neighborhood
Where armed kids rob people
With hunting weapons, knives, guns
Guinea pigs of the world of crime and drugs
Nigga with no family in the 'hood, it's fucked up
Hit the street, open your eyes, stay in control
A month's work earned in an hour
Packaged, refined product is in the area
Parked car is a police car
The bank, the white, the dumb, the fall
Dispatch the product, count the money, split it
We live as we know, no one can judge us
Anything goes on the streets until the cops catch you
Hey brother...brother, slow down
Crime is something you should be proud of
In the world, Gi Gi Buja is the boss
You're just a pawn, meat for the cannon
Niggas think they're on a TV screen
Avoid, brother, my program
Baby born premature, infected with AIDS
Mother, prostitute addicted to heroin
Inmate hanged himself with his own shirt
Girls with no boobs already selling pussy
Ukrainian mafia kills a taxi driver
African party ends in a brawl
Pigs in mourning, demanding justice
Irineu wins the ballistics contest
What's the price of a life today
In a country ruled by politicians with no policy
Sniffing power is the drug of democracy
Propaganda machine in the shadow of the media
Decorated speeches deceive majorities
Blaming failures, persecuting minorities
From Africa, a barren land
Hunger, war, AIDS, cholera
Corruption, malaria
One dollar per capita
Sold-out band
Latin America's soil
Asia's heart
Emigration lasted, the solution for our people
Is ambition to have a decent home
A calm life, a profession as a laborer
I see the mass flow towards the West
Like a bird without wings chasing a falling star
Old man worked hard in construction, one day got sick
Didn't deserve the world to give him a delinquent son
Native African man, unemployed
Individual considered the enemy of the state
The enemy of the state...