Baile Funky

This woman is looking at me
And telling me she wants me in the middle
Funky dance funky

Beautiful lady the way the black woman screams
It's a hit
We're drawing blood

South, this woman is telling me
That the desire is in the south
The compass is telling me she's in the south

You with the gun by your side
Be careful in the fight that this king in the belly
Is getting old

Hold on crazy man
Why did you come if you're scared
You have shaky legs like someone who's going to die

I'm tired of TV and the bombardment of fashion
Buy everything I see
Everything she has to sell
I'm tired, I'm a callus on the fingers
From the hand on the wheel
That doesn't stop growing
The law doesn't know the difference between being and going crazy
The medicine is so strong that it kills a little every day
If every excess were seen as weakness
And not as an insult
It would already get me out of trouble

The door is always open to the people

Cerrado's bark, the starving dead have arrived
Dirt from another place that comes to dirty your name
I told you the thief who really steals
Is well dressed and I saw plenty

That noise on the roof is the wind that life takes
It's the outdated thought, it erases you burning the herb
Rooted remains the owner of the foot that plants in the earth
And makes the bridge

People of offensive Joe

It's in the church that people empty their pockets
There are four saints, three burning the kunk

Deciding others' fate as if they were God
Behind the table the butcher commands
And intolerance sends me back to the dock
Plotting with propaganda
In that spider web there's a snake, a dog, and a rat
And the medicine to kill is green and made of grass
It's time to change, to put new blood
And leave that door always open to the people

Cerrado's house, the starving dead have arrived
Dirt from another place that comes to dirty your name
I told you the thief who really steals
Is well dressed and I saw plenty

That noise on the roof is the wind that life takes
It's the outdated thought, it erases you burning the herb
Rooted remains the owner of the foot that plants in the earth
And makes the bridge

Justice doesn't look at me because it's blind
But it sees your money in your wallet
The law of the dog is nothing more than the law of man

And the more I looked, the more I believed
That the guard by your side is not what you think
For the people of Cerrado
From the top of Colorado
It has another name

People of offensive Joe