Desabafo

"Let, let, let
I say what I think of this life
I really need to vent..."

D2:
Hold on!
"Let, let, let
I say what I think of this life
I really need to vent..."

I've already said I have something to say, and I said
That talkative people get sick and you told me
That everyone will reap what they sow
Because a root without soul, as Flip said, is sad

My search is for the perfect beat
I know not everything is right, but with calm it gets fixed
For a better world, I keep my faith
Less inequality, fewer self-inflicted wounds

They say good triumphs over evil
I'm here hoping to reach the end
Yes, the more faith, the more religion
The hand that kills, prays, prays or kills in vain
They tell me things as if they were bodies
Or are they really bodies, all those things
Forget it, I must be rambling
While I talk nonsense, people are killing each other
So

Let, let, let
I say what I think of this life
I really need to vent

Let, let, let
I say what I think of this life
I really need to vent

Ok, so let's go, say
You want peace, I want it too
But the State has no right to kill anyone
There's no death penalty here, but the thought remains
The desire to kill of a Captain Nascimento
Who, without training, proves to be incompetent
The citizen, on the other hand, claims to be powerless, but
Impotence is not a choice either
To assume one's own responsibility
Huh?

What you have and mind, if you have anything in mind
Because the bullet will end up ricocheting on us
Big plans, too much paparazzi
What matters is what you have, not what you do
Celebrity is an artist, an artist who doesn't make art
Washes his hands like Pilate thinking he's done his part
Forget it, I keep rambling
While I talk nonsense, people go, go
So let it

Let, let, let
I say what I think of this life
I really need to vent

Let, let, let
I say what I think of this life
I really need to vent