Subúrbios

Suburbs

Suburbs....
Where reality is sinister and doesn't give adverbs

5 in the morning
Everyone is already walking towards the same plot
Because in the suburbs
The sun always rises earlier
It's a people enslaved in this society of extremes
They work twice as much and earn half as much
You feel the intense smell
That these men carry in their armpits
Because there's no deodorant that can mask the sweat of
Slave labor
Brothers drown in drink all their frustrated spirit
For every bottle that ends
There's a wife with a swollen eye
Do you still believe the future will be different from the past
Here you can't sleep
Let alone dream, you're stupid!
Here the Devil broods and acts
Sometimes to see Hell
You just have to open the door to the street
Blacks from the suburbs are always seen as more
For the African clubs they are too black
It's 10:00 pm and there are still people at work
Because for suburbanites the moon always rises later....

Chorus:
Where your mother got pregnant at 14
Where your father sowed and didn't stay
Where poverty penetrated and settled
Suburbs where God never passed...
Where the police beat and killed
Where my people wept and retaliated
Where my Flow darkened and froze
Suburbs where God never passed

Brothers in despair shout...
Fuck the jobs
There's always work on the ghetto corners
They sell hard doses to poor souls adrift
Who pretend to be heroes
And think they can mess with Heroin
You see thousands of them out there with a needle in their arm
Investing their lives in a medium-term suicide
Moment of silence for all the brothers
That heroin took........
Chicks always want something in return to open their
Legs
But the only thing brothers have to offer is their
Sperm
They are rational but rarely rationalize
They think the pussy is too hot to wear a condom
Here you have to be careful with the bitches you deserve
You can come in full of faith and leave with HIV Got it!
These dreads enter any crack that opens
So here nothing grows
Except the birth rate
And the kids born here some don't even look like their father
It's fucked up they look like their father's best friend
Suburbs...

Chorus:
Where your mother got pregnant at 14
Where your father sowed and didn't stay
Where poverty penetrated and settled
Suburbs where God never passed...
Where the police beat and killed
Where my people wept and retaliated
Where my Flow darkened and froze
Suburbs where God never passed

Brothers come out of jail
But out here there's no chance for registered people
So they come and go as if prison
Was a second home
Here mothers suffer
Because mothers know
That for every 2 children they have 1 is for the streets
To adopt
There's no future on the street
No love
No faith
These kids steal to eat Bro!
And they eat a lot
Whenever there's drama only you can count on
Because 112 here can be the unlucky number
Cops come to the Suburbs with arrogance and
Arrogance
That's why security forces
Here only bring insecurity
They come to steal blacks with guns and batons
There are more Skins in the police than in the National
Renewal Party
But where everything has changed it's not just about taking and falling
Brothers are also armed
Because they're tired of running
They roll with a lot of artillery
Ready for when the beef kicks off
Cops have 7 lives niggas have 8 bullets

Chorus:
Where your mother got pregnant at 14
Where your father sowed and didn't stay
Where poverty penetrated and settled
Suburbs where God never passed...
Where the police beat and killed
Where my people wept and retaliated
Where my Flow darkened and froze
Suburbs where God never passed

The people from Sintra will feel this sound
Troops from the South Bank will feel this sound
All the brothers in jail will feel this sound
In Odivelas (ODC) St. António will feel this sound
In Talaide and Carcavelos will feel this sound
Brothers from Quarteira and Gaia will feel this sound
Even in the suburbs of Braga will feel this sound
The radio is too fake to play this sound

Suburbs...
Suburbs...
Suburbs...
Cops have 7 lives, niggas have 8 bullets