Ano de Copa (feat. MC Joãozinho VT e MC Hariel)

[MC Hariel]
In every hood, thousands of dreams
Every person in the hood is a universe in crisis
Even in the midst of crisis, I saw eyes filled with hate
In that hateful gaze, happy hearts
And have you thought if they wanted to help?
Others with bags of drugs dodging more than Neymar
Running from hunger and cold or getting caught
Just like Vinícius Júnior dreaming of winning a Champions

World Cup year, we paint the streets in the hood
Every week they come washing it down with blood
If the caravan of death passes by, hide from it
Get out of the way so you don’t look like a suspect to the dealer
They pass by here and nothing changes
When it’s election time, they come to change the focus
Each region turns into a battleground
And the bones of the trade are always our bones

[MC Hariel]
But wouldn’t it be nice if the bullet to the head was just information?
If there were some books inside that plane
If they really wanted to see the good of this nation
They wouldn’t drop bombs to see the destruction

Wouldn’t it be nice if the bullet to the head was just information?
If there were some books inside that plane
If they really wanted to see the good of this nation
They wouldn’t drop bombs to see the destruction

[MC Joãozinho VT]
Go over to Alphaville, lots of building owners
While the homeless have no right to a roof
If rent is high, imagine the rest
How can I go to the store if my balance is zero?

Hey, politician? You should be on minimum wage
Teaching how to value teachers
Because if I followed your steps, I’d end up a thief
Look at the example: Operation Car Wash and the Monthly Payment scandal

[MC Joãozinho VT]
If the bullet to the head was just information
If there were some books inside that plane
If they really wanted the same good for this nation
They wouldn’t drop bombs to see the destruction

But wouldn’t it be nice if the bullet was just information?
If there were some books inside that plane
If they really wanted the same good for this nation

[MC Kako]
And since 1997 I’ve been out here
Grinding my fingers and crushing cans for you to come and say
That everything I have, everything I’ve earned
In this damn hard and suffering life, I owe to you
Just another kid from the block who woke up early to see
That the sun shining over there doesn’t bring what he wants to have
That the hand that shows and offers, always forgets about us
But we say a prayer and get the train moving

I have the shine of a winner for some crazy folks
If I’m a criminal, psychopath, or bum
Oh, to the kid, you’ll say it’s 157
But if it were, it’d be trouble in your face and little talk
Put on that Adoniran song, see who the dude is
The tip of the pen runs and makes you even scared
It’s unemployment benefits, it’s my only job
And anyone marching against better get out of the way

So you say, hey, my dude, oh, dude, what do you need?
To fill your belly or another to get high?
Make one for your conduct, listen and get it together
It’s verses to save lives, just without the FDA seal
But if it’s tough for the bum, imagine for the fool
If it’s bad for the comedian, imagine for the crazy
It’s hustlers and players in the same scene
And the day they tell the truth, rust will turn to gold

[MC Kako]
And wouldn’t it be nice if the bullet to the head was just information?
If there were some books inside that plane
If they really wanted to see the good of this nation
They wouldn’t drop bombs to see the destruction

[MC Hariel]
But wouldn’t it be nice if the bullet was just information?
If there were some books inside that plane
If they really wanted to see the good of this nation
They wouldn’t drop bombs to see the destruction