Rapaz Comum

It feels like someone is carrying me, close to the ground
It feels like a dream, it feels like an illusion
Agony, despair takes over me
Something in the air tells me it's really bad
My blood is warm, I feel no pain
The numb hand does not feel its own sweat
My reasoning is a little slow
Who fucked me? I'm trying to remember
The movement grew around me
My God! I don't know what's worse
Lie to yourself all your life
Or continue and insist on the same mistake
I remember a guy (kill this guy!)
Is making mistakes like this human?
Making mistakes all your life is very easy
To survive here, you have to be magical
I remember several things at the same time
Like I'm wasting time
(The irony of life is awesome!)
What value does it have? How much value does it have?
A life is worth a lot, I only found out now
Lying here and the niggas at peace, all out there
Pulling iron or maybe hitting a ball
You can believe it (it must be the moon of the hour)
Someone is calling me, who is it?
Squeezing my hand, there's a woman's voice
The crying makes her swallow her words
The handkerchief that wipes away my sweat, wipes away your own tears
On the face of a mother, who prays softly
That never let me miss, be alone
Taught me the way since I was a child
My childhood, one more I remember
In the hope of the periphery, I am one more
Click, click, boom!
Ordinary boy

Click, click, boom!
The law of the jungle is like this
Click, click, boom!

Ordinary boy
The law of the jungle is like this
Click, click, boom!
Predatory
Ordinary boy
Preserve your glory!

I wanted to set my clock back
For me, an extra minute of hate is worth it
But I feel weak, defenseless, unprotected
I'm going higher, asshole! To take you with me!
I will be a support in your life
You created a monster with no cure, no alternative
Deceive me, for what? If the end is to turn to dust
I got much worse Hold your BO!
The blacks here have no mercy!
Another wasted life, and that's it
A bullet is worth a life of my people
There are fifteen in the comb, always less on the hill, then?
How many niggas like me are gone?
Black, black, poor, be careful, help!
What's wrong here? What happens there?
I see this often, since I was a kid
Fifteen years old was enough, so
Bullshit at the dance, then. Mount shots
Death isn't even talked about, I see a guy dying
(Call the ambulance! Someone call the ambulance!)
Then I found out within the week
That two was gone, black people always had fame
In newspapers, magazines and on TV you see
Death here is natural, it is common to see
Fuck! I don't want to have to think it's normal
See a bro of mine covered in newspaper
It's evil, suicidal everyday
Anyone who enters has a one-way ticket
Tell me (tell me): What good does it do?
Tell me (tell me): What advantage does it bring?
So, the border between Heaven and Hell is in your hands
Nine millimeters of iron, asshole!
Sucker! What the fuck are you?
Look in the mirror and try to understand
The gun is a bait to catch
You are not a police officer to kill
It's like a snowball
One, two, three, four die, one more dies soon
I feel it in my skin, I see myself entering the scene
Taking a shot, like a movie

Click, click boom!
Ordinary boy
Click, click, boom!
The law of the jungle is like this
Click, click, boom!
Ordinary boy
The law of the jungle is like this
Click, click, boom!
Predatory
Ordinary boy
Preserve your glory!

My idea is clearing
I'm attacked, neurosis, time is running out
I don't want to admit it, my eyes will open
I will cry, I will smile, I will say goodbye
I don't want to admit that I'm just another
Unfortunately, that's how it is, it's common here
One more body in the morgue, it's serious
One more nigga in the cemetery, seriously
I'm seeing myself now and it's difficult
My family, my homies; in the center, a crucifix
My children looking, without understanding why
If I could talk, maybe they would know
I can't believe this bro came all this way!
It killed me, you want to be sure and you want to check
Follow me to the grave
I see a commotion at the coffin (huh), and someone holds
Another mother who doesn't conform
Losing a child like that is terrible! Who conforms?
How could I imagine?
At other people's wakes, today I am in the place
Into the hole, my coffin descends
They throw dirt, flowers, say goodbye in the last prayer
They're calling me, my time is up
I don't know where to go, I don't know where I'm going
What is it? What is it? What will I be?
Maybe a guardian angel, to protect you
I'm not the last, nor much less the first
The law of the jungle sucks and you are the heir!