Homem Do Povo - Natiruts, Rodolfo

Tirou a farda e não viu que era um homem do povo

Não consegue perceber é complicado pra sua cabeça

E tome chute na moleira do maluco

Tapa na cara do trabalhador

E pro velho currupto Bom dia doutor

Na falta de crença decrete a falência total

Do mundo real que segue por má influência se apega no mal

Ponha a janta na mesa e convide os homens da defesa

E tire um retrato da sua pobreza espiritual, que tal

Pintura borrada a óleo dísel

Como vou saber se ninguém me avisou

Percepção, segundo me diz o falso rei

Que detém a lei que a arma na mão assegura o bem

Mas rouba o que há no seu coração

They’re crushing the people

With helmets and boots

But GOD blessed the people with NATIRUTS

He took off his uniform and didn't see that he was a man of the people

Can't you understand it's complicated for your head

And kick the crazy person's soft spot

Slap in the face of the worker

And to the corrupt old man Good morning doctor

In the lack of belief, declare total bankruptcy

From the real world that follows by bad influence clings to evil

Put dinner on the table and invite the defense men

And take a picture of your spiritual poverty, how about

smudged oil paint

How will I know if no one told me

Perception, according to the false king tells me

Who holds the law that the gun in hand ensures good

But steal what's in your heart

They're crushing the people

With helmets and boots

But GOD blessed the people with NATIRUTS