Cleane

Clean

Your representative feeds with hay
Spur trip in the fold of time
Baryshnikova what what what I fear?
Receipt blue zone of small grave

Pilaco of death, you are small
Chimera of salt, dry eye and dew
Lean on, my dear, this is not the center

Receipt blue zone of small grave
Ma-ma-make a gun, bla-black people dying
Mo-mo-monetize with black people dying

Money for us to get out of the poison
No one cares about black people dying
This bruised blood is not acai
They killed an innocent, granola and persimmon

Five hundred in the pot, prepare the bag
On the beach of the vizier's death
A shot in the face, a shot in the neck
A shot in love, another in culture

Frigate terror, waist radin
Pen that signs the structure paper
If it's not with you, what's going on?
Sitting on the wall, comfort, exempt
If dew is neglect, they wet your ass
They wet your ass that is showing

It's not a Rambo movie, Brazil is bleeding
This breeze doesn't blow, poison bullet
It's not a Rambo movie, Brazil is bleeding
This breeze doesn't blow, poison bullet

Chambers!
Didn't you say you were going to pass everything, Chambers?
Ah, Chambers!
Do I have to draw it for you?
Chambers!

Who is from the favela, always isolation
From the dreams I have, distancing
Your face, your clothes, my drip from the center
I know, they copied my drip in the center
The just and poor in this land die

The brilliant mind of a singing being
Hugging my sister, I no longer have time
Without gold and silver, talent is yeast
I'm pure hatred, revolt on the podium
Torn future, are you understanding?
Lowered car, the sound is at full volume
Favela doesn't win, we're in poison

You can't handle the procedure
The pants weigh so let's see
Favela is love and just wants to grow
You go in there and just want to fuck
Who sustains the mouth is the rich kid
Who provides the check to the boss's boss
The boss's boss is the father of the child
Quirela is past, kid wants cash
Dance makes tik on the clinch's tok
Fight 12 rounds with asthma and bronchitis
You don't know, people are dying
It's the boss's boss who profits from the plague
It's the father it's the son, rich family
Blaming the poor who take the punishment
You act crazy, we're crazy and little
In the death's breath by warming
Boorish vision, seed of evil
It's Sonia fighting and relatives dying
If it's not with you, what's going on?
Sitting on the wall, comfort, exempt
If dew is neglect, they wet your ass
They wet your ass that is showing
It's not a Rambo movie, Brazil is bleeding
This breeze doesn't blow, poison bullet
It's not a Rambo movie, Brazil is bleeding
This breeze doesn't blow, poison bullet

Chambers!
Didn't you say you were going to pass everything, Chambers?
Ah, Chambers!
Do I have to draw it for you?
Chambers!