They killed more childrens in Rio today Their just kids in a mortal game Gunfire crosses the sky like a storm I dont know, but its smell like civil war One hundred and eleven prisioners in a hell Policemen trade crack and kill boys and girls The traffickers have more weapons than the arms I dont know but its smell like civil war Killers wipe out childrens in the churchs door Politicians goes to the tv talk about human rights The sacred war almost began When a freak kicked the gods mother face In the name of salvation Blood, sex, drugs in a city os pleasures Fear, pain, death in a country of carnival
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