Demorô

So, rá, rô, took a while, took a while
Rá, rô, took a while, Criolo

No one will stop me, no one will tell me what I should do in this shit
No one will stop me, no one will tell me what I should do in this shit
Yes, and then? Almost thirty, yes. Proud rap singer, yes
Suffering exists, but I persisted, envy exists, but I didn't succumb
For over a thousand years it has always been like this. Violence only brings revolt to me
It has to be like this, true, clean. Yes, from the heart
The disease is in the air in that false refrain, where friendship doesn't count, leave, it's a lost ride
As my daddy used to say: 'where there is no respect, friendship goes to waste'
Change your clothes, cut your hair. What? Fuck you all
My heart is clean, wanting to do good
You don't care about me, nor anyone
Ok, then I won't make it easy. Ok, then I don't care about you

Brazilian worker is treated like trash

So, rá, rô, took a while, took a while
Rá, rô, took a while, Criolo
Rá, rô, took a while, took a while
Rá, rô, took a while, Criolo

No one will stop me, no one will tell me what I should do in this shit
No one will stop me, no one will tell me what I should do in this shit

Your laws have fallen, rotten society
Your laws no longer prevail, rotten society
Skate to relieve stress
Play basketball to relieve stress
Unfortunately you know that even in sports there is betrayal
What can I do? If I get involved
Grab a gun, is that what you want?
Evil progressing and good in reverse
And if I fall into a ditch, no one will say anything
I'm quick that what rules is money
The pupil dilated and the air is thin
There are several in the hood who work as bricklayers
And the most a stone will do for you is make you want to die
Is it a breeze you want? Go out with the woman
You know how it is, or don't you know?
Is it a breeze you want? Conquer a woman
You know how it is or don't you know?

You're angry because I didn't submit to you
You're angry because I didn't submit to you
And I won't

Rá, rô, took a while, took a while
Rá, rô, took a while, Criolo
Rá, rô, took a while, took a while
Rá, rô, took a while, Criolo

No one will stop me, no one will tell me
What I should do in this shit
No one will stop me, no one will tell me
What I should do in this shit

Rá, rô, took a while, took a while
Rá, rô, took a while, Criolo
Rá, rô, took a while, took a while
Rá, rô, took a while, Criolo

(Did it hurt? There are things that a band-aid won't heal, scoundrel
I'm talking to you about the diseases of the mind and the wounds of the soul).