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[Intro: Mano Brown]
São Paulo, October 1st, 1992, eight in the morning
Here I am another day
Under the bloodthirsty eye of the guard
You don't know how it is to walk
With your head on the aim of an HK
German or Israeli machine gun
Kills a bandit like paper

[Verse 1: Mano Brown]
On the wall, standing up, another average Joe
Serving the country, a good officer
Starvesa, looking like Charles Bronson
He knows what I want
Knows what I think
It's raining, it's a rough climate
Many tried escaping, I want to too
But from one to a hundred, my chance is zero
Has God heard my prayer?
Did the judge accept thе appeal?
I send a messagе to my bro:
"If you're using drugs, you're fucked"
Is he still with that girl?
For sure, he's a good guy
I took a day off or day in, I don't know...
Doesn't matter, the days are all the same
Light a cigarette and see the day go on by
Kill time so it doesn't kill me
A man is a man, a woman is woman
A rapist is different, right?
Is beaten up all the time, kneels and kisses the feet
And bleeds until he dies on street 10
Each inmate a mother, a faith
Each crime a sentence
Each sentence a reason, a story
Of tears, blood, lives and victories
Abandonment, misery, hate, suffering
Contempt, disillusionment, action of time
Mix it in
Done: a new inmate
Laments on the hallway, behind bars, on the yard
Around the camp, in every corner
But I know the system, bro, huh...
There's no saint here
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta... I need to avoid
That some fucker makes my mother cry
My word of honor protects me
To live on the country of the beige pants
Tick-tock, it's still 9:40
The clock in jail ticks in slow-motion
[Interlude]

[Verse 2: Mano Brown, Ice Blue]
Ra-ta-ta-ta, another subway passes by
With good, hasty, catholic people
Reading the news, satisfied, hypocrite
With anger inside, on the way to the city center
Looking here, curious, logically
No, no it's not, it's not the zoo
My life isn't worth as much
As your phone, your computer
It's hard today, the sun didn't rise
There's no visit today, no soccer
Some mates have a weaker mind
Can't handle the boringness, makes fights
Thank God and Virgin Mary
There's only one year, three months and a few days left
There's a locked cell up there
Nobody opens it since Tuesday
Only the smell of death and Pinho Sol
An inmate hung himself with a bedsheet
What happened? Who knows? Don't tell
I'd spend more six from side to side
Nothing leaves a man more sick
Than the abandonment from the relatives
Yo, dude tell me: what do you want?
There's an available space for you
Get all your imported articles
Your crime record and wipe your ass
The crime life has no future
Your face turns white on this side of the wall
Have your heard of Lucifer?
That one day came from Hell with moral
On Carandiru, no, he's just another one
Eating sour food with pneumonia
Here there are dudes from Osasco, from Jardim D'Abril, Parelheiros
Mogi, Jardim Brasil, Bela Vista, Jardim Angela
Heliópolis, Itapevi, Paraisópolis
Good blood criminal with moral in the hood
But for the country it's nothing but a number
Nine pavilions, seven thousand men
That cost 300 reais a month each
On the last visit, that nigga came by
Brought a few fruits, Marlboro, Free
Said that a rogue from the area came back
With a red Kadett, license plate from Salvador
Being cocky, he calls names, he abuses
With a .9 under his shirt
"Yo, nigga, come here, where they at?
Remember that dude that tried to kill me?"
"That gander, rogue, cuck
Got high and left his girl alone
The girl was virgin and underage
Now does pacifier in exchange for coke!"
"This talk bothers me
If I'm out there it's hard..."
"Yeah, the world turns, he can come here."
"Nah, my trial is there
I wanna change, I wanna leave
If I bump into this dude, there's nothing to do
And I'ma have to sign a 121."
The sun rose, October 2nd
Everything working, cleaning, food
At dawn I felt a chill down my spine
It wasn't the wind, it wasn't cold
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Acertos de conta tem quase todo dia
Tem outra logo mais, eu sabia
Lealdade é o que todo preso tenta
Conseguir a paz, de forma violenta
Se um salafrário sacanear alguém
Leva ponto na cara igual Frankenstein
Fumaça na janela, tem fogo na cela
Fudeu, foi além, se pã!, tem refém
A maioria se deixou envolver
Por uns cinco ou seis que não têm nada a perder
Dois ladrões considerados passaram a discutir
Mas não imaginavam o que estaria por vir
Traficantes, homicidas, estelionatários
Uma maioria de moleque primário
Era a brecha que o sistema queria
Avise o IML, chegou o grande dia
Depende do "sim" ou "não" de um só homem
Que prefere ser neutro pelo telefone
Ratatatá, caviar e champanhe
Fleury foi almoçar, que se foda a minha mãe!
Cachorros assassinos, gás lacrimogêneo...
Quem mata mais ladrão ganha medalha de prêmio!
O ser humano é descartável no Brasil
Como modess usado ou bombril
Cadeia? Guarda o sistema não quis
Esconde o que a novela não diz
Ratatatá! sangue jorra como água
Do ouvido, da boca e nariz
"O Senhor é meu pastor", perdoe o que seu filho fez
Morreu de bruços no Salmo 23
Sem padre, sem repórter
Sem arma, sem socorro
Vai pegar HIV na boca do cachorro
Cadáveres no poço, no pátio interno
Adolf Hitler sorri no inferno!
O Robocop do governo é frio, não sente pena
Só ódio e ri como a hiena
Ratatatá, Fleury e sua gangue
Vão nadar numa piscina de sangue
Mas quem vai acreditar no meu depoimento?
Dia 3 de outubro, diário de um detento...