Nossos Tempos

I open my reporter eye and quickly analyze inside
behaviors of these people in our times
human generation, man, in sketch form
happiness, they say, depends on the volume of your pocket
I have to rebel, speak up, react
I'm one of those who don't even have a pocket, but always walk smiling
I know only the wealthy see doors opening
and it's the wealthy pockets that make women moan
In the past, prostitution was survival
today, females see penises as a way to get rich
I warn you, without power, you won't screw any girl
love no longer exists between the penis and the vagina
on every corner, I see the biggest fan club is heroin
for years it's been top-selling and multi-platinum
police are fascinating, but never see anything more
dealers walk the streets calmly without looking back
friends today don't hug, they exchange looks
no trust, they prefer bilateral contracts
don't sleep, because when you wake up you won't know where you are
soon we'll be the minority, we're heterosexuals
this sharp truth I give you in real photographs
children of Afro-immigrants know Africa from the news
hidden Euro-blacks, born stereotyped
they also know other Africas on the outskirts of cities.

Chorus:
street photographs are in the pen of these poets
while you live blindly, you take and protest
this is the puzzle of our times, verses are the pieces
only open minds can see things like this
the hidden truth is in the mouths of these prophets
while you live blindly, you take and don't even contest
this is the piano of our days, phrases are the keys
only awake minds can see things like this
without caution, eyes like a sentinel lantern
to report this, I only need a window
more nonsense, more religions, more beliefs
the Catholic multinational is two steps away from bankruptcy
sentences are given to criminals, but they're not taken out of crime
and it's in prisons that they earn their crime diploma
out here, the search for pleasure makes me hear strange stories
racist white women now only have mixed-race children
those you call intellectuals, I call plagiarists
true geniuses can only be seen in portraits
this is generation X, brains full of gaps and flaws
young people roll primaries, even go to university schools
breaking Guinness records in mistakes
they don't take textbooks to school, they take shrouds
TV educates these kids with Stallone and pornography
they no longer want toys, they want an empty house
I see my people in euphoria, risking lives for an orgy
HIV is what everyone fears but what everyone defies
ignorance is the strength of the masses
that's why I don't follow the majority
white ignorance, shaves their hair every day
many throats are Davids, until they see Goliaths
like those café machos who pee sitting on the sink at home
what was once good was valued, now what's good is irony
record labels don't want demos, they want your photograph.

Chorus