Cabelo Pixaim

Dishes in the sink and thoughts on the beloved
Felt the water on her hands and a slight tremor on her lips
Sensation of a cold that ran down her spine
His life hanging by a thread, sixth sense knew
She tried to contact him, but he didn't answer
Desperation took over and soon the news arrived
Irreparable loss that devastated the family
It was only pain and anger she felt

He heard a dull noise and thought it was the end
Smelled burnt hair in the kinky hair
For a moment his life flashed before him
Wondered if it was over, if he lived what was necessary

Thought about his family and the lingering resentment
About the apologies he thought of but never spoke
And thought about his black woman, in moments of joy
Felt a kiss resting on his face: the farewell

Remembered the eyes of the sun
That brightened his life
Remembered the loose smile
That he would never see again

Reality now turned into a nightmare
And the fight for life gave way to despair
But why him, always a hard worker
Not guilty of misery, situation of the shooter

Engaged and involved in social projects
Yet not spared by the hands of criminals
Everything black, resentment mixed with fear
War is war, and always brings constant pain and suffering

Felt anger, but it passed, and thought it was his time
But his son was waiting for him at the school gate
From sensationalist newspapers, he became news
To the government he became a number, increased the statistics

What to do?
Destroyed families are TV news
No more suffering
The social abyss kills me, kills you

Car without wheels, spinning top and a torn kite
In his shack, that was the children's entertainment
Many times he swore he wouldn't steal
But the lack of beans orchestrated his daughter's tears

He had a good heart, but had several sins
Some thefts, just small things to get ahead
But tired of small things, he went along with a brother's idea
"It's just one, two hours and it's money in hand"

Just put the gun to the face, to avoid any reaction
Then just stop at the bank, make the withdrawal with the card
One stays with the hostage on the lookout, without making noise
Then just leave the fellow in some alley in the slum

The time came and the cold steel on the belly
Nervousness sets in, and he says goodbye to his daughter
Prays a silent Our Father, calls on Our Lady
Doesn't wish for a bullet to be the end of his story

What to do?
Destroyed families are TV news
No more suffering
The social abyss kills me, kills you

At the traffic light, car stopped, announced robbery
The driver tried to escape, a shot was fired
Hit the kinky hair of a defenseless guy
Hands trembling, a weight on his conscience

Ran off scared, a cornered animal
He was facing away when he heard the shots
And fell without looking back, motionless
Only heard the sirens and the sound of the wind

Heart squeezed, remorse gnaws
Already with closed eyes, he suffers in silence
Asked for forgiveness, a devotee of Our Lady
Abandoned on the ground, his time has come

What to do?
Destroyed families are TV news
No more suffering
The social abyss kills me, kills you