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mv bill - só deus pode me julgar (english translation) كلمات الأغنية

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 embarr-ssment
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 -ss …
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 fict-tious 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-t)
“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 cocaine and rifles
shut me up, censor me because i could not say anything
it’s like the dirty -ss, talking about the badly washed -ss
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 att-tude
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 death of an artist becomes a tragedy
and the death of millions, just a statistic
realistic fact from within brazil
n-body 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 m-ss maneuver
do not idolize the tv´s f-ckboy
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!

- mv bill

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