Porcos Fardados

Uniformed pigs are all just criminals
They kill innocent people and carry on in peace
Unprepared, incompetent, they act without reason
Instead of ensuring safety, they terrorize the public
They're taught to protect a wealthy minority
From the poor majority who pay with their lives
And if you're a worker, you fit the perfect profile
To fall into the trap of the official death squad
Uniformed pigs think they’re real men
But in truth, they don’t even honor their last name
Bezerra, I ask for permission to speak in your name

You with the gun in hand are a fierce beast
Without it, you strut around and even change your voice

They say they’re here to protect and
Uphold the law and catch the criminals
But really, they just want to screw you over
They set up a snitch to get you ratted out
Uniformed pigs, your days are numbered

Uniformed pigs, your days are numbered
Uniformed pigs, your days are numbered
Uniformed pigs, your days are numbered
Uniformed pigs, your days are numbered

They invade your home without a warrant
Take the little you have and call you a criminal
Do humanity a favor, bang bang, cop
The pigs pretend they want to help you
But if you turn your back, they’ll kill you
No integrity, they’re cowards, killing without mercy (bang bang bang)
If you walk in the dark (good blood)
They fabricate evidence and take you to jail
Show you what the law is, take your last dime
In the academy, they teach them who the standard criminal is
It’s the slum dweller, it’s the Paraíba, it’s the black guy
They mess with your mind, treat you like a beggar
They think they can abuse the abandoned people
Uniformed pigs, your days are numbered

Uniformed pigs, your days are numbered
Uniformed pigs, your days are numbered
Uniformed pigs, your days are numbered
Uniformed pigs, your days are numbered

They think they’re hot shit, just a bunch of assholes
Abusing the law and seeing us as criminals
And a ghost in the slum isn’t a criminal
He has a code of honor, not like a cop
Being bribed is common, they sell their honesty to anyone
They wear the uniform to get a kickback
Kissing the feet of their superiors, that’ll be your fate
Unless you meet death on the corner
To wrap it up, I want to say today you hunt me
Tomorrow I’ll hunt you
Because with this injustice, I won’t stay silent

Uniformed pigs, your days are numbered

Uniformed pigs, your days are numbered
Uniformed pigs, your days are numbered
Uniformed pigs, your days are numbered
Uniformed pigs, your days are numbered