Tekst piosenki 'The Soul Bleeds' wykonawcy Realidade Criminal

[Part 1]
I credit my hate letter against the system
Bolivarian the result of uncertainty
I wanted to see the commitment showing education
For the boy from the favela to have more options

In every verse I compose, in the hope of victory
Of a politicized Brazil, not a mockery
While losing the culture, being outdated
I want a future for my children away from drug trafficking

For this I sing and I am the coherent resistance
I'm in favor of education, how resistant
In the first instance, my rap remains Protestant
Commitment signed, only with the truth

The soul bleeds the innocent here suffer
The vexatious discrimination and named in poor
The chants and symptomatic reflects in the verses
That's why I believe in revolution indeed

Even the distorted vision of many deluded
The goal is to be the reason, for the deluded boy
The Xbox became the dream, for a shovel of youngster
When others run after the pouch

My vision is easy to understand, and blood on the floor
Another aunt without her son, shot brother
The devil's cunning premeditated law
Beliefs and mutual motive created rap in fact

Peace is dead disfigured at the IML (DJ Guri Collage)
The soul that bleeds and puts out a light in the dark
Peace is dead disfigured at the IML (DJ Guri Collage)
Another dream destroyed, or it was a victim of crack

[Part 2]
I'm on the list of those who guerrilla against the system
If it's without commitment, I prefer and sentence
The dungeon of oblivion the outburst
I will be the spokesperson for those who did not conform

With the low cultural investment or the outdated
Brazil of idolaters and conformists
I don't mislead your expression in fact
Of those brutally murdered, by the leaders

It's easier to shoot the body
What is prison recovery about?
Verdict signed by the most racist state
Let's still see what the real idolatry is

Was the prosecuted murdered?
Or will it be the lie told by the returnee
Illusion sold daily by Bonner
Beliefs demystified in the law of man

I'm stunned by the regimented ailments
From the fruitful country in disorganized warfare
Police against thief, but who dies and a boy
Who goes out to look for bread and ends up dying alone

I send my condolences to Rio de Janeiro
Where more boys die in the whole of Brazil
Not to mention the stray bullets in the field
Congratulations Brazil for the subjective exile

Peace is dead disfigured at the IML (DJ Guri Collage)
The soul that bleeds out a light in the dark
Peace is dead disfigured at the IML (DJ Guri Collage)
Another dream destroyed, or it was a victim of crack