Capetinha 1

Stories from the outskirts, tears and joys
The death of Capetinha made me realize
That time goes by, generations training
And marks remain here in this place, hey, buddy, keep watching

Stories from the outskirts, I introduce you to Capetinha
Another kid from the ghetto, the system didn't support him
His mother, poor thing, worked as a cleaner
His father, an addict, soon came the sadness

Cirrhosis in the blood, alcohol in the veins
Now fatherless, no abundance on the table
Capetinha in his corner, just observing
His siblings going hungry, crying in despair
Shining shoes, watching cars
To help his old lady with the shack expenses

No one sympathized with that situation
Capetinha without education, without schooling
Couldn't find a job, treated like a slum dweller
His childhood lonely, rejected and humiliated

Wandering the streets of the slum
It's clear his future won't be good
No morals, people here suffer
In despair and such, crime is lethal
It's a Sunday afternoon, the sun is hot
Capetinha gets involved in something different

Stories from the outskirts, Capetinha was just another one
Stories from the outskirts, that's how it was, he left the ghetto

At 16 he was already using drugs, hanging out with criminals
Capetinha goes to parties, enjoying himself in the village
Joined a group that led him into the cursed path

It's express kidnapping, high-profile crimes
He was arrested but got out of that damn jail
Dealing drugs, passing drugs, to make a living
Robbery, theft, he did without measuring

Bought his cap, his shorts, his 2pac shirt
Felt like the king of the street, on the corner he traveled
Smoking his joint, with the guys in war, got shot
Shot back, took down a guy, whose nickname was baby

Gang fights, you know, Capetinha was the boss
Didn't care about his old lady, nor his siblings
Was in the crazy life, in the rush, I remember
With bloodshot eyes, like a poisonous kid
Dangerous, called a bad element
Capetinha was feared, hey buddy, keep watching, hey buddy, keep watching

Stories from the outskirts, Capetinha was just another one
Stories from the outskirts, that's how it was, he left the ghetto

One robbery after another, Capetinha was crazy
The drugs consumed you, I saw little by little
He went to church, but messed up
Chose the path of crime, messed up

Whether legal or illegal, he didn't care
Capetinha high on drugs, tripping
Didn't want to listen to the Lord, got into trouble
Went to mess around with a guy named Negujão

Hey, Capetinha!
What's up, Negujão?
Let's rob that house
Sure, thief

Not knowing the house belonged to a cop
Now the cops are after him, can't shake them off
Oops, thief, here comes the patrol, stops and asks
Anyone know Capetinha?
A guy answers: He's at the bar with Negujão

The men rush towards the bar
Capetinha messed up, Negujão leaves
Made up an excuse and left, Capetinha got nervous

My God, our Lady, what a chill
Is this feeling, he wondered
The flash of his life passed through his mind
From his poor childhood, no toys, nothing
The street only gave you enmity, drugs, and weapons

Capetinha leaves the bar and hears a voice
(The game is up, pleba) It was the cop's order
A shot was fired, no time to run
The news spread, Capetinha just died

Stories from the outskirts, Capetinha was just another one
Stories from the outskirts, that's how it was, he left the ghetto
Stories from the outskirts, Capetinha was just another one
Stories from the outskirts, that's how it was, he left the ghetto