Dj Luciano Sp - Só deus pode me julgar (English Translation) lyrics

It will take a lot more to make me back down My self-esteem is not easy to lower Eyes wide open looking at the sky Asking God what my role in this planet will be Closing my mouth whitout expressing my thoughts Fearing they may cause embarra**ment Is that it? Won't fullfil the duty? Lower your head and keep silent? The Hypocrisy, the demagoguery If given like an orgy, without any ideology Most speak about love in a singular way If I talk about love, it's unpopular way Those who got no love for the Brazilian people Won't represent me here or abroad One of the worst social equality Before you die, you may understand I confess to you that it is difficult to understand In the carnival´s country, the people dont even have anything to eat Being an artist, a popstar, for me it's too little I'm nothing like that, I'm just another crazy man Rioting for justice and racial equality Black, poor, it's alike but it's not the same It's normal what they do in the Senate Whoever lies to the people simply resigns their seat Won't be arrested, gives up his mandate In the next elections, will show his face again as a candidate People without memory, forgotten situation It wasn´t like that with me, I became the bad guy If you want to complain about me? complain! But also talk about the Van Damme novels and movies Whom has been in Brazil, in the Gugu´s Show He dance, screwd up, squatted and showed his a** ... Go back to America and tell Madonna That there is no censorship here, my country is a mess No owner, our people are in a coma Raise your head that the truth comes out Chorus 2x: Yeah, I´m keeping my head up Say what you want, come and face me Along with the homies Without looking back Only God can judge me so with faith i go! War soldier in favor of justice Equality here is a fictitious thing You laugh at my clothes, you laugh at my hair But later you try to imitate me while looking in the mirror Racism without a concept that makes the nation rotten Neglected child even after abolition More than 500 years of years of anguish and suffering They chained me, but not my thoughts Tell me who? (Who), Has the power? (who) To condemn? (Who), To censor? (someone) So tell me what causes the most damage 100 grams of marijuana or 1 pack of cigarettes? The rebel people or police in the favela? Bill's music or the next soap opera? On TV, nothing important, in the government, corruption We entered through the service door, our money didn´t (Okay) Just for the boss Stepping on the humble ones and making our hatred grow Cv, Mst, Cut, Uni, Cufa, Pcc The world organizes itself in its own way They keep mocking and seeing as a joke (bullsh**) "Its a Rebel thing" No one else wants to be a doll, no one wants to be controlled Monitored, programmed, silent, threatened If you're a rich kid, your police report will be cleared We're the ones who are hunted, treated as defendants The weapons I use is a microphone, pen and paper The socialite watches everything siently All hail,all hail,all hail, Oh my Beloved Motherland, Gentle Motherland Powerful Brazilians Whom distribute to children c**aine and rifles Shut me up, censor me because I could not say anything It's like the dirty a**, talking about the badly washed a** Without investment, in oblivion Explosion of thoughts, one more violent man Whom holds a gun and acts whitout reasoning Or pick the microphone up with a blunt speech (That scares you) An abrupt attitude Dignifying and living for a good life I was made into the millennium´s bandit The sensationalism here deserves a prize I was armed but I'm not your friend Who is more of a bandit, Beira-Mar or Sérgio Naya? I Wonder who´s going to jail: Governor, Senator, Mayor, Minister or you? Who is hunted down, and always pays the price Raise your head before it is beheaded Chorus 2x: Yeah, I´m keeping my head up Say what you want, come and face me Along with the homies Without looking back Only God can judge me so with faith i go! The d**h of an artist becomes a tragedy And the d**h of millions, just a statistic Realistic fact from within Brazil Nobody see the ones who cried in the ghettos Without fantasizing, real life hurts Segregation and disparagement, that´s what destroys Most forgotten in the slums Who is still handcuffed, extorted and murdered It's not fashion, those who think, bothers Do not die for the drug, do not become part of the ma** maneuver Do not idolize the TV´s f**boy Do not get involved because you have to keep seeing things clearly For what? Why? There's only blonde white girls There's no black here as a TV host Slave soap opera, makes the TV happy Shows the blacks lashed in the back Confuses the mind of a little black kid Who does not like school and admires an Intratec Click-Cleck, hands up If you are going to steal public money, dont forget That in your bank account has the honor of a man Ashamed about having to see his family starving Order, progress and forgiveness In the land where those who steal too much will have no punishment! Chorus 4x: Yeah, I´m keeping my head up Say what you want, come and face me Along with the homies Without looking back Only God can judge me so with faith i go!