What do we really need
In this life?
I look at myself sometimes
I guess it's not right
People out there with no
Food at night
And we say we care, but we don't
So we all lie
What if there's more to this?
And one day
We become what we do?
Not what we say
And we end up in
All the shit that they're in
And roles are reversed
And it was different
And we were the ones
With nothing to eat
And we were the ones
With blood in our streets
We were the ones
With all the offspring
And they were the ones
Just watching on TV
We were the ones
Broke down and torn
With our life on our back
And our wife in our arms
And they were the ones
Like "damnned, that's so sad"
We were the ones
Like...
Nothing ever changes
It's the only thing I know
That nothing ever changes
I'm looking down this road
Nothing ever changes
No nothing ever changes
Falcão:
Olhe pros seus sonhos suas intenções
Abra sua cabeça pra seus corações
Transformar algumas centenas em milhões
Pois, todos unidos somos então nações
Nem se ele estiver no sonho e eu também
Imagino fazer sempre o melhor pra alguém
Tipo nessa vida não se descontrolar
Dormir à noite com o assassino é melhor não se revoltar
Agora, trouxa, olha pros seus pesadelos
E ainda não ainda são seus piores medos
Há mestiços, brancos e negros
Gringos, negros, gringos e negros
Olha que você é obrigado a votar
Sua chance no Brasil é de alguém te conquistar
Oooh
De alguém te conquistar
Nothing ever changes
At least that's how we act
Like nothing ever changes
Like God has got our backs
Like nothing ever changes
I'm looking down this road
And I can see this pain, yes
It's only gonna grow
Sonho e intenções
Centenas em milhões
Unidos somos então nações
Milhões
Também
Melhor pra alguém
Maybe we need more
Shoes on our feet
Maybe we need more
Clothes and TV's
Maybe we need more
Cash and jewerly
Or maybe we don't know
What we need
Maybe we need
To want to fix it
Maybe stop talking
Maybe start listening
Maybe we need
To look at this world
Less like a square
And more like a circle
Maybe just maybe
God's not unfair
Maybe were all his kids
And he's up there
Maybe he loves us
For all our races
Maybe he hates us
When were all so racist
Maybe he sees us
When we don't care
And it's Heaven right here
But is Hell over there
And maybe the meek
Will inherit tis earth
'Cause it was written before
So everything changes
And nothing stays the same
And everything changes
And if you feel ashamed
Maybe you should change this
Before it gets too late
Maybe you should change this
My brother, we're standing at the gate
Everything changes, changes, changes
Changes, changes, changes
Everything changes, changes, changes
Everything changes
