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MV Bill

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Welcome to my sinister world, know how to enter
Drugs, police, revolver, can't know how to avoid
If you don't believe what I say
Then come here to see death up close to check
You'll see that justice here is done with bullets
Your life in the favela is worth nothing
Even the guys from the square, playing a game
Argument, punch in the face, the fight begins
Creative mind ready for evil
Here people die even for 1 real
And when the police arrive, everyone gets scared
The description of the criminal is favelado, poor, black!
In the favela, a black man's haircut is bald
He's mistaken for a drug dealer, a bike thief
Children are missing from school
They're in a life of crime, the notebook is a gun
12-year-old girl waiting for the stork
9-year-old boy trying marijuana
Stray bullet, lack of employment, precarious housing
Sound of gunfire at night
It's another gang trying to invade my area
In my house, in the early morning, everyone lying on the floor
Afraid of the stray bullet, which has no name or direction
Pow pow, a body on the ground, pow pow, of a fool
An idiot who is now deceased because he thought he was a tough guy
Dawn broke all shot up, next to the little store
He was a fool thinking he was a tough guy
Just like my niece's father
He made a child with my sister, didn't take responsibility, disappeared
Father, godfather, and uncle of my niece, I am, MV Bill
I found my salvation in hip-hop culture
There are others who entered a life of crime wanting to gain fame
If you have the courage, come here to see
Society turning its back on the community

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I don't want to see my mother full of worry
Afraid that I'll be arrested mistaken for a thief
The racism system is very effective
For them, one less black person is better than one more
CDD, west zone, Jacarepaguá, here the trigger speaks louder, bang bang bang
The heroes of the rich kids live on television
The heroes of the kids here have rifles in hand
Cocaine, marijuana, revolver, cachaça
The last option, it's in the shack, it's allowed
Almost free, it's alcohol, and it kills
I remember now, a guy lost in the world of the bottle
He'd come home drunk, wanting to break everything
Because he drank the cachaça, the bottle, and also his future
He drinks to mess up, that's why I tell you
You fool, if you can't drink, drink piss
MV Bill, messenger of truth
MV Bill, speaking for the community
If you have the courage, come here to see
Society turning its back on the community

Black, poor, favela
Mother crying, covered body, blood on the floor, next to a candle
Settling scores, snorted and didn't pay
The guys arrived and collected with a shot in the face pow, pow
The suffering is for the mother
Who always prayed to see her son doing well
Died because of coke, can you believe it
He was drinking a beer at a party
This happens because here no one helps anyone
A black person doesn't want to see another black person doing well
That's the truth, it's not a joke, believe it
You have to be careful with the invitations
Invitation to snort, invitation to smoke, invitation to steal
Here no one invites you to work
My thinking is rare for those in need
MV Bill, survivor
Of the internal war, within the favela
Only black and poor white people die, who are part of it
The system makes people fight against people
But in reality, our enemy is another
The enemy wears a suit and tie
But here we are the ones killing each other
Through alcohol, through drugs
Destruction in the drug den, destruction in the shack
Doing exactly what the system wants, going out to steal
To put a Nike on your foot!
Trap to catch a black man, pay attention to the situation
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