O Portão do Céu

I am the weed that doesn't even bother to join the wheat, no new friends
Same friends, same dangers, same shelters
My brothers, they shouldn't
I follow timeless like Seven, of the Seven Deadly Sins
I have clearly practiced these 7 since I was 17 and 50 more
So, don't change clothes, love, the world made you feel pain
And the world is so macho that the girl is scared if a guy appears who values you
Also for love, they don't let you dress, they don't let you act, it's the submission of the oppressor
And in the same subway car, your mother follows and the rapist
Aaaaah, the boys are smooth, yes, but the government is much more
Easy to kill dozens of people and say it was due to natural causes
Too much sadness, losing your parents, losing your home, buried in the mud
A mass doesn't bring justice to the people who suffer there in Mariana
Yes, too much disgust, too much imposition, how can this be common?
Such a huge country, extensive, prone to never be number 1
Poverty is forced fasting, poor is sad, I see 1 by 1
If the sad one drinks, Brazil is a factory of drunks
That's why I sing, that's why I shout
I was born in the corner, and I go to infinity
I don't want to be a saint, nor do I want to be a myth
If I caused astonishment it was because I believe
That the poor is capable and the black is beautiful
That's how it's done, and here I have said
Don't irritate too much because when I get angry
I write too much and today it was written that
I have no party, nor do I intend to have
A truly honest politician, I keep waiting to be born
Brazil, show your face — because if Cazuza were here to see
That many years later it's the same shit
But now it's in HD

Who's pissed off? Raise your hand!
It's time for revolution
I want to see, I want to see, who goes through the gate
I want to see, I want to see, who goes through the gate of Heaven
Who's pissed off? Raise your hand!
It's time for revolution
I want to see, I want to see, who goes through the gate
I want to see, I want to see, who goes through the gate

Property tax, vehicle tax, and for me to eat? And for me to pay?
And to explain to the kid that the sneakers are expensive and he can't buy them?
And to explain to the kid that drugs calm down but he shouldn't use them?
And to explain to the judge that the only thing the kid learned was to steal?
That's my mission, I came to pass on the vision
They thought I was sleeping, I just closed my eyes to write you this song
Pay attention
If I were only for the money, I would have been a hitman, sung bathroom sound, tasteless little song, rap didn't even make money, even so I sang rap, respect the kid's sound, jerk
Fifa in front, and the Post Office behind
And the São Paulo subway and the Petrobras case
It's Satiagraha, it's Car Wash, federal operations
It arrests too many henchmen, but never the main ones
It's the pissed off student with the school occupying the place
It's the young people's struggle, since they don't solve it, it's time for us to fight
To unite, to arm ourselves
It's confronting homophobia, it's the right to walk
To use, to wear, to dream, to smile, to stay, to go out, it's the right to act, it's the right to love
It's a discussion
It's abortion, it's legalization
It's the world killing the kid and rap always serving as another option
It's cancer, it's stress, it's damn depression
It's a fairer salary for the teacher, it's the value being given to education
It's racism on the internet, from north to south in Brazil
It's the black breaking a new taboo every year
But you who hold your purse in front when walking on the street and see one of us now don't come to be arrogant and write on Instagram: We are all Maju

Who's pissed off? Raise your hand!
It's time for revolution
I want to see, I want to see, who goes through the gate
I want to see, I want to see, who goes through the gate of Heaven
Who's pissed off? Raise your hand!
It's time for revolution
I want to see, I want to see, who goes through the gate
I want to see, I want to see, who goes through the gate of Heaven