Quem Sabe Um Dia

Where did it go, where is it
The peace we've been searching for, where is it
Can you tell me because I don't even know
The mothers who cry for their own children who have gone

I know well it's sad to see the kids at the traffic light
Babies who weren't even born inside a jar of formaldehyde
The thing is monstrous, you're in the hills, so hide
Here comes the police van thirsty to take down the gang

Bullets and more bullets and tracer rounds
In broad daylight, curfew
The drug dealers send a warning, today there will be
Another dead police officer to appear on TV

Sad movie and I'm not the one writing the script
Although from up in the sky, anguished, God listens
To the prayer of the lady who kneels and pleads
For love, for love, take me away from here, I want to leave

It was crazy, the pope came to São Paulo and Aparecida
But didn't come down to Rio to avoid exposing his own life
And from this rocky jungle, I hear the words
I pay attention to the brother on the other side of the wall
Come, tell me

I'm waiting for my parole
I want to be with my wife and kids on Christmas
Enough of disillusionment, suffering, and evil
To rescue from my heart what's left of kindness

That's right, it doesn't end there, there's still a road
And look what I tell you, the kids are there
Stealing like hell to have a Golf GTI

That's how it is, I know you wouldn't want your kid in this
Sharing with you a minimal cell space
Life showed me that to be a gladiator
You need much more than a gun, a hole punch

You need what many don't know, manhood
To reach the four corners of the city
Speaking looking straight in the eye just psychologically
Showing that this way of acting is backward

Gather your pieces and come to the arena
Hey, Mano Brown, you're actually more than right
How many in hell also did like us
Inquérito and FC, face of death

Human consciousness, gog, hood, Dexter
On the battlefield where the enemy wants to see
Rap crushed for you is not worth it
Brazil outside in baggy pants and slippers

Several times like me discriminated
At the revolving door or in the supermarket line
I thank you for the loyalty, because it's not a trend
Our movement bothers, I know it's tough

Very different, man, put it differently, from the playboys
Who fill their asses with hydroponics and pills at raves
And feel thirsty come here I'll give you
Water to drink, no, blood will spurt from your mouth

I want your Nissan, your X-Box
Your imported plasma, your jewelry and your safe
In exchange for your blindfolded mother crossing
The Dutra highway with only one leg, tell me, you son of a bitch

That the kid you beat with martial arts
Is intubated under induced coma in the hospital
Or the seven women you ran over
Five of them died and you didn't even stop

Your mind is heavy with so many sins
That nothing, what matters to you is if your jet
Is ready to go, ready to leave
It doesn't matter if the favela cries, what matters is you smile

Around here, man, I'm stopping
Maybe another day here from the streets I can, my brothers
Narrate a new daily life less violent
Without talking about atrocities, prisons, burials

How many times blood, funerals of friends
People I liked who could be here with me
I hate myself when I see
That everything that was written and said had no effect

When I realize that the dream of some favela residents
Is also to have an all-silver Audi with tinted windows
Even if it's a 157 or for the life of the humble
Valet at the exit of the 5-star hotel

Robbery in São Paulo is frequent
While teachers fight for a raise vehemently
They end up being humiliated, from humiliated to ridiculous
To overnight approve for politicians

Huh, exorbitant adjustments
This is what really incites crime in an operating way
Or rude in the carnival country
Where can you find children for sexual tourism

For the love of the father, oh, my master, what's going on?
I see mothers crying for children who won't come back
I see women, children at the prison gates
Faces with hope amidst sadness

I looked at the sky, it was blue, it was beautiful
Believe me, I found in the smile of the beggar
A bit of tenderness and why not at the same time
Disbelief, hatred served as an example for me

Oops, the flowers of the garden turned to ashes
It's still far from healing the wound
Maybe all this by God will end one day
Huh, maybe one day