Brasil de Quem? (Parte 2)

Not to say that I didn't talk about the flowers
Loves in the mind, flowers on the ground
Certainty in front, history in hand
Walking and singing, following the song
Learning and teaching a new lesson

Brazil: Country of few
Of privileges divided in the wrong way
It's a lot for a few and a little for many
It's corruption and prejudice
And the trend is only going to get worse, unfortunately

Welcome to chaos, 2018
Where violence is more important than the election
Where election is more important than humanity
Since humanity is a word forgotten by this generation
I see hate, shooting, murder
I see anger, screaming, fraud
I see the population killing each other and dividing each other
To try to guess the best candidate
What if I tell you there is no better candidate?
And the people of this country are already tired
You are deluded, without hope
No job and no food to put on your children's plates
If we idolized the people like we idolize politicians
The country was not in this critical state
And if you judged the theft of the rich in the same way that you judge the theft of the poor
Corruption would already have the death penalty

Your problem is not economic (no)
Your problem is social
And it's sad to see your need
Of someone spreading their prejudices, but on national television
Not everyone who is left-wing is a communist
Don't believe what the right wing says
They just want to create a villain
For the hero to be able to kill having the perfect excuse
Party war is just an illusion
For you to think you were part of the decision
Remember that, from the front, my left is your right
Therefore, politics is just a point of view (an)

Whatever, whatever, I try to think about the future
Without forgetting what's behind
What the dictatorship did to my parents
With your parents, with our peace
With this country, by the way
Think about it, Brazil is not about love and only slave quarters
Remember, change comes with pains, not suitcases
Prejudice dissipates its odors in the ditches
In the favelas, wakes don't have flowers, they have bullets
I hope change comes by bullet train
Rap is the revolution that rides an Opala
I know that racial prejudice still separates us
But those who fight for something greater never remain silent

I could blame the PT or the PSL
Or any other of those P's for bitches there, for real
But corruption is not in the party's P
And yes, in the person's personality
I will never support the defense of torture
I still prefer culture over abundance
Politics in Brazil is like music
Only those who study know how to read sheet music
You want to pass a law that allows the possession of weapons
Security is not like a gun on your waist
There is only one law that will change Brazil
It's called reading

They finally managed to separate us
To create space and play with your mind
Now right and wrong have lost perspective
That's why you believe those who lie
It's fake news here, fake news there
I don't believe in the press anymore, only in WhatsApp on my cell phone
Cell phone in the hand of Joe Povin' became a weapon
Sabotage warned you, you didn't want to listen
My social struggle is not for me, brother
And yes, for those who didn't have my opportunity
Love comes above all (all!)
And not just for the similar
And yes, love for all diversity

For white, black, poor, rich
For the brother, the girl, the noble, the ghetto
For straight, gay, trans or bisexual
Law should be the same for everyone
For the Indian, for the Northeastern
For the carioca, the candango, the paulista
The right-wing, the PT supporter, the feminist woman
The square, the artist
May there be law where human beings exist

You delude yourself into thinking that change comes from above
Change comes from below, from the base, from the people
Don't expect a candidate to change a country
You have to change the country
The Brazilian people are as corrupt as the Brazilian politicians
That's why the country isn't moving forward, wake up, change
Be better every day and depend less on the kindness of others
Every day there is a different choice in our small actions
Vote right every day