Fim Dos Dias

End of Days

My God!
16-year-old teenager killed
An 18-year-old with a shot to the head
The average is 32 murders per month
There are about 600 incidents per month
Between homicides, robberies, and drug trafficking
20% of cases involve repeat juvenile offenders

Save yourself, bullets have no name and they try to hide
The expert goes with white gloves to catch you
And if you get involved, look at the damage from the gun
Only half of your face for your mother to recognize
The dog warned, you embraced... Now take it!
7 shots of 9mm don't give a chance to go into a coma
It kills instantly, didn't even give the last breath
Fell to the ground, didn't even have time to ask God for forgiveness
Annihilated, erased from the map of life
Another appetizing one opened by the coroner
Another one from the list with a shattered skull
You'll only know who it is if Chico Xavier is by your side
Why be careful? Bullets pierce armored vehicles
Tracer ammunition leaves the body torn apart
Leg to one side, head to the other, body open
Not always the ones who seem smart are the smartest
Not everyone who looks like a fool is a fool
I've seen each thug blow the crazies' skulls
The man, the workforce, the weapons raw material
So much that you shot that the bullet comes back like a magnet
Evil generates evil, I'm not the one saying
Just take the calculator and count the bodies of the guys
The guys, just another number on the list
It's only when a rich kid dies that it stops being statistics
Only when you see the blood of your loved ones flow, you remember it exists
The violence of the slums invading your suite
When you see the kids in a frenzy, you'll remember the apocalypse
So much that you flaunted that you'll die inside the Eclipse
In the penthouse, take the madam's Portinari paintings
If you resist, you'll be thrown headfirst without Bungee Jump
Who can defend you, Chapolin won't cover you
End of days is just a massacre that scares even Nostradamus

And in the slums, I only see the kids killing
Can be compared to Pakistan, Kandahar
You want to trade, then thief, get armed
A 9mm gun size 33 to shred you
And in the slums, I only see the kids killing
Can be compared to Pakistan, Kandahar
You want to trade, then thief, get armed
A 9mm gun size 33 to shred you

To leave you stretched out and full of holes
The enemy has no mercy, the dog is alert, the guys are weak
Killing for nothing, homicide leads to nothing
Only profits for the devil and the funeral home owners
Use your hatred on BR323 carrying crack
To give fame to the DENARC asshole
Or to frame, take the rich kid in a Honda
Do what the system wants, the .38 instead of a diploma
There's no lack of appetite, there's plenty of reason
Leaves a disfigured face in front of McDonald's
The victim reacts in paranoia, the guys shoot
It's just another rich kid spitting blood in the Zafira's seat
Only monsters!
Holding the businessman in a Pajero
In front of the family, leaving the son in despair
Always thought the father was a hero, now sees him crying
Kneeling, begging not to be shot in the head
Your father is not a super crazy hero, it's the kids
With a beanie, black jacket, and a .357 on the belt
Who return to the slum with the cards, checkbook
With money, hero in the village, hanging out with the Alpha MAC
Click, Clack... At the traffic light, they took your Fazer
With a Tramontina knife, they skip the Laser sights
Hey, big world, it's crazy in the mess, only monsters
Al Qaeda, PCC, FARC, only criminals
Bin Laden, Beiramar, Abadia, look at the team!
The kids don't look up to Gugu, it's crime
That shocks, terrorizes, society is alarmed
Bulletproof vest doesn't protect against a shot to the face
One of them, a 16-year-old, shot 3 times
One of the bullets hit the girl's head

And in the slums, I only see the kids killing
Can be compared to Pakistan, Kandahar
You want to trade, then thief, get armed
A 9mm gun size 33 to shred you
And in the slums, I only see the kids killing
Can be compared to Pakistan, Kandahar
You want to trade, then thief, get armed
A 9mm gun size 33 to shred you

It's not for nothing, my noble warrior
Keep watching, partner
Subordinate respect here in this new millennium
It's not for you or me, not even until the end
Cocking, aiming against the system and shooting
Bursts, bursts of denunciation and information
Although to society we are all thieves
Fuck KLB, Latino, and Madonna
If in the sights of the PT from Roni the slum goes into a coma
I also want a new car, a heated pool
Instead of just having a 'Quieto and tears on the visit
Blurry, imagine how cool it would be
Studying abroad, being a tourist in Europe
Or then act tough, make the authorities tremble
Psycho-intellectual, postgraduate, PHD
In social sciences, ultra-cultural arts
Instead of having carbonized bodies in the sugarcane fields
And the scoundrel who flirted, the junkie who picked up
The gas cylinder from his own mother and snitched on the shop
Besides the bullets that unfortunately pass through
Wounding in daycare, the future of the nation still kids
I'm just another one who has written over a thousand rhymes
Who also here on the street robbery, ransom, massacre
Who was even a broadcaster of criminal atrocity
For you to see that the armored stork at the traffic light
When the foot steps on the ground, without a vest, protection
Easy target for a 15-year-old kid to catch with the .38
And in the slums, I only see the kids killing
Those who prefer crime over studying
To be teachers or even engineers tomorrow
Instead of ordering the death of another jailer
It's the end of days coming, my beloved
Be ready, prepared, and well armed!