Cry Me Out / I am a Woman Too

[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 ------------------------ 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...