Persecuted and hunted by the police

Shotguns and bombs blazing your eyes

An addiction becomes transgression

And they will deliver the cure with despair



Suffocated for a compulsion

Poverty and drugs burning your lung

The somke takes them to another place

No one would face this living hell



Choked

(by) seclusion

HIdden

(with) repulsion



Can’t these people realize

The solution is not victimize



The hand that guide the brutaliyy

Wounds for money cleaning the streets

The problem of abandon

Should not be solved with more injure



The mistreatment of authority

It has a reason to please the rich

They want to profit with our city

Even with death as consequence

Can’t these people realize

The solution is not victimize

Products of a violent state

That are waiting to exhale



For those who born in gutters

Choice is a mean illusion

The abhorrence they know all time

Is now the reason to end their lives