Menino da Favela
Lyon Venicci
Boy from the Slum
Brainwashed, dirty
With social codes
To be more accepted
Imitating the same
I wonder, if changing in time
Or if time has passed too much
No one helps another rise
That's why we don't fly anymore
We need leaders, they shouted
Those who kill the same
While blood spills
And paint our carnivals
They said you're not art
It's what rebellion does
It's an excuse
To be a lazy ass
Trying to have a little more
I have no pity for the masses
Honestly, I envy them
I wish I could find everything normal
Accept it without an audience
But I promised my mother
That before she gets very old
She would see the castle and the legion
That made her boy from the slum
Fuck the system
We're all smart
They tie hands and feet
But they can't
Imprison your mind
Paths exist
And steps too
Rules made by men
Make you think you have no
Power to do
Power to try
Power to create
The reality
You want to find
Power to not be afraid
To lose the fear of change
A bit of forbidden
Was the old right
Just to balance
What comes to you
Is just to hypnotize you
Survive by rules
And don't even see time passing
Working for 50 years
Family, bar, or religion
It was created a thousand years ago
To make self-enslavement
What comes to you
Is just to hypnotize you
Survive by rules
And don't even see time passing
Men created Gods
To never become gods
Now there's someone to blame
Now there's someone to wait for
