Desabafo

Let me, let me, let me say
What I think about this life
I really need to vent
I already said I have something to say and I said
That talkers get hurt and you told me
That everyone will reap what they sow
Because a root without a soul, like Flip said, is sad

My search for the perfect beat
I know not everything's right, but with patience it’ll be fine
For a better world, I keep my faith
Less inequality, less shooting ourselves in the foot
They keep saying that good conquers evil
Here I’m just hoping to make it to the end

Yeah, the more faith, the more religion
The hand that kills, prays, prays or kills in vain, huh?
They tell me things like they’re bodies,
Or are all those things really bodies?
Forget it, I must be tripping
While I’m talking nonsense, folks are killing themselves, so
Let me, let me, let me say
What I think about this life
I really need to vent

Okay, so here we go, say it
You want peace, I want it too,
But the state has no right to kill anyone
Here there’s no death penalty, but the mindset continues
The desire to kill from a Captain Nascimento
Who without training shows incompetence
The citizen on the other hand claims to be powerless, but
Powerlessness isn’t a choice either

To take on your own responsibility, huh?
What do you have in mind? If you have anything in mind
Because the bullet will end up ricocheting back at us
Big plans, too many paparazzi
What matters is what you have, not what you do
Celebrity is an artist, an artist who doesn’t make art
Washes their hands like Pilate thinking they’ve done their part
Forget it, I must be tripping
While I’m talking nonsense, folks are killing themselves, so

Let me, let me, let me say
What I think about this life
I really need to vent
Let me, let me, let me say
What I think about this life
I really need to vent