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I was a poor boy
A loser from a neighborhood
A currela, a tiradete
A kid, a failure
One of those who is lazy
Whatever he says the news
Official bulletins
I only knew my neighborhood
ÃÂWhat am I going to do?
ÃÂWhat can I do? ?
Who should I defend myself from
If I don't know any enemies
If the sound of bullets
It already makes me terrified
ÃÂWhat? © am I going to do?
What can I do?
This very bad present
It became a great future
I am a young man in uniform
With stripes on my fists
And this is what I was missing
What I had always longed for
Was someone to command me
And order me to do scrubbing
Something I also like
It's a pain from time to time
So I don't forget where I come from
And know who's in charge
The most beautiful thing of all
Is being useful to the country
In this way I do it
In my chest with two bullets