Songtext
Diogo was going to play with friends
Um futebol lá em Niterói
But unfairly he was killed by the gun
Those cops thought he would sell drugs
And don't wanted to first ask the boy
Damn bastards shooted him before he speak
You claimed yourself as self-defense
To get rid of your fucking crime
But everyone knows the real truth
I don't believe that this is fair
You cannot do this, be aware
His innocence no one of you really cares
The living in here is not that what it seems
Rio de janeiro is a city, isn't a dream
There are several ones that die day after day
And their innocent souls are lost and it cannot be saved
from the reaper of souls
There are several cops along the road
They call "security policy"
But seems to me that no one do their jobs
They really want you to believe
That this is not a lunacy
But you have to stay in the reality
The dogs are biting hard the bones
Of innocents who don't died alone
And this is not what it supposed to be
The media wants to move your head
Feed the industry, buy a chair
And even of what do you think its fair
The living in here is not that what it seems
Rio de janeiro is a city, isn't a dream
There are several ones that die day after day
And their innocent souls are lost and it cannot be saved
from the reaper of souls
The reaper of souls!