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[Verse 1 - Carlão (PacMan)]
Tell me why you have to do what is supposed to be
Correct,
If everyone around you disguises affection/
That mask you wear may look good,
But at best it only reveals false intellect/
I know that's how you were taught to live,
Don't come tell me that's how I have to do it/
You show a smile when you feel so much pain,
You say everything's fine, I notice a tremor/
In those eyes more expressive than a thousand phrases,
I see frustration in everything you do/
You live based on someone's opinion,
Who you probably don't even know very well/
In 2000 years of calculated mistakes,
Habit didn't make the monk, just failed men/
Crimes are perpetuated,
In a very real world where winged angels don't fit/
That morality you don't practice but build,
Will come back to you for the lives you complicate/
Stop to think about the real crime,
When you kill at birth a feeling so sublime/
Like the seed of passion you deny so much,
If you don't practice what you preach, what are those rules worth?/
Bad taste jokes for your colleagues,
Follow your heart, not the reason you can't calm down/

[Chorus - Sam The Kid]
You only do - the supposed correct,
To give a good appearance to those who see you/
You only give me - the faith of your vote,
But in your look I notice, you're lying/
You are - frustration, you don't have a foundation,
So, follow your heart and think about my verse/
You are - sin, love is an offending vice,
So, go back to the beginning and learn/

[Verse 2 - Sam The Kid]
You are the stage of cynicism, you are the false moralism, that I silence,
You are the censorship that still reaches your target, old/
Tell me what's bad for you, that you judge what I practice,
But behind, you are capable of being someone someone criticizes/
You are the fear of a choice that hides nothing,
In your silence of the shame that is condemned/
By you, ordered by who,
When nothing is like that, where nothing and no one/
So dedicated to being perfect in a beauty shop,
You hide the flaws, you're not pure, you're PhotoShop/
You have an attraction, for betrayal, which is so ungrateful,
You're a racist who loves the mulatto granddaughter, grow up/
The world is beautiful with colors so go, enjoy,
Without the fake smile of the pink magazine, okay/
Don't live based on the reaction that engages you so much,
You're a contradicted vote in Spain/
Come on, another pregnant belly, take the next ticket,
And welcome to hypocrisy/
That I see in your protest, you don't even know who you are,
Try to be honest there, the rest, of the day/

[Chorus - Sam The Kid]
You only do - the supposed correct,
To give a good appearance to those who see you/
You only give me - the faith of your vote,
But in your look I notice, you're lying/
You are - frustration, you don't have a foundation,
So, follow your heart and think about my verse/
You are - sin, love is an offending vice,
So, go back to the beginning and learn/

Yeah boy, you are hypocrisy in person, man
You are the true definition of contradiction
See if you learn, man do you have a mirror?
Go to the confessional, man
Yeah