Não Passarão

Now let's start to react, let's put the racists to sleep
"Boom", racists shall not pass, they will touch the ground with their mustache
Now let's start to react, let's put the racists to sleep
"Boom", racists shall not pass, sexists shall not pass

(Jhony MC)
The favela rooting for emergency aid
And you wasting time with Commercial Rap
Some buyers of lyrics
You shouldn't even have copyright

The mayor's wife in Recife, killed a child of the maid
Paid 20 thousand bail and will respond in freedom, what a joke
20 thousand bail after killing a child, the Judge went crazy
Is our life worth so little, or is it our color?

The Law of this country makes me angry, the Jury of this country makes me furious
A country where the lawyers and the judge
Are as guilty or more than the accused

A 10-year-old girl is abused by her uncle, and gets pregnant
The uncle is a fugitive and the girl is pregnant, how can this be?
The girl wants to have an abortion and society doesn't allow it
So Thammy Gretty can't be a father
But another rapist can?

These people deserve a beating with a dead cat
Until the cat meows!
The Universal Church says
Then they want to know why Jesus takes so long to return

He must have already come back and left
And apparently hell is where we are
Or is coming back and gave up halfway, it's tough
Looked at Brazil and saw there was almost no one to save

Racists shall not pass, sexists shall not pass
Fascists shall not pass
Let's start setting fire to you

Because you won't silence us, you'll even try
Until the moment you realize
And see that now it's our turn

(Winnit)
And who would say it's us standing, and this is the turnaround
Of the suffering kids
I'm not even from Rio de Janeiro
But I'm one more Brazilian, whose bullets haven't hit yet!

I speak for us, so many of us that sooner or later the bullet takes
And never even saw a balaclava, (-Huh)
Today I saw a beautiful black angel lying full of blood
And instead of an ambulance, there was a TV car
It could have been me there, instead of being the one I saw lying in the shallow grave
(-Shallow grave!)
I no longer run for sport, I don't know if being alive is luck
But in the country I live in, that's what it seems to be!

5, 7, and 12, 18 and 24
Are the average ages I've seen a black person die
But if the accident was with the boss's child
It would be life imprisonment with no chance of appeal
You want to talk about Natura, but don't even pay child support
And instead of buying milk, buys whiskey for the buddies
And woe to anyone who tells me I'm not the father of my child
Even being a woman, I've always been the man of the house

Only those who love speak of love, only those who suffer speak of pain
Only those who have lived in the function should speak of crime
But it's easier to point fingers than to try to change the plot
I smell fear and retreating is an option
I was born with a target on my skin, in my chest there's a heart
The blood is the same color, too bad justice isn't!

Favela is straight talk..., we're not fans of scoundrels