Innercity
Brazil exports to the rest of the world
A beautiful image, carnival and hot sun
Beautiful women, sexual tourism
While at shantytown, another child was born
He has a written fate and no hope for changes
Grows up under the hunger, grow up without his parents
Since the child age learning how to use a gun
The only toy he knows is a pistol and his family is the traffic
He has a written fate and no hope for changes
Grows up under the hunger, Third World Chaos
At his birthday party drugs were given like candy bars
Inside his sad and empty eyes the only think he feels is hate
While other children are playing, under conflicts he is turning man
Learning how to stay alive and killing other children at the gang war
He has a written fate and no hope for changes
Grows up under the hunger, Third World Chaos
He completed eighteen years at the prison in there he killed and discovered his death
From the childhood nothing rests to remember or to say
During his entire life he was incapable to control his own pain
His last thought before he died was the noise of a gun exploding his life.
He had a written fate and no hope for changes
Grew up under the hunger, Third World Chaos
Brazil exports to the rest of the world
A beautiful image, carnival and hot sun
Beautiful women, sexual tourism
While at shantytown, another child was born
He has a written fate and no hope for changes
Grows up under the hunger, grow up without his parents
Since the child age learning how to use a gun
The only toy he knows is a pistol and his family is the traffic
He has a written fate and no hope for changes
Grows up under the hunger, Third World Chaos
At his birthday party drugs were given like candy bars
Inside his sad and empty eyes the only think he feels is hate
While other children are playing, under conflicts he is turning man
Learning how to stay alive and killing other children at the gang war
He has a written fate and no hope for changes
Grows up under the hunger, Third World Chaos
He completed eighteen years at the prison in there he killed and discovered his death
From the childhood nothing rests to remember or to say
During his entire life he was incapable to control his own pain
His last thought before he died was the noise of a gun exploding his life.
He had a written fate and no hope for changes
Grew up under the hunger, Third World Chaos
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