SAUDADES DO DJ GORDINHO DE SANTA LÚCIA DJS MARLON DO EG E DINHO

MC SEM NOME - PEITA A TROPA DO MARRETA (( LANÇAMENTO 2015 ))

They say “grow up,” but mean: bow down, Shave your dream, put your pride in the ground. Be a man, wear a mask, suit or camo, March for a cause you don’t understand, though.

It starts with chores, ends with chains, From little league to corporate lanes. Raise your hand, pledge the lie, Fight for a flag that eats you alive.

Manhood sold like a badge and a weapon, Earned through silence, debt, and aggression. Taught to obey, never question the drill— Love your captor, hate your will.

This ain’t pride—it’s programming. This ain’t strength—it’s branding. You ain’t free, you just trained, To break at command and carry the blame. 📡

Fathers who never healed raise sons for slaughter, Send 'em to war like lambs to water. “Be a man,” they shout from their cell, Another soul sold to the war cartel.

They never teach peace in the soldier’s school, Only how to load grief and follow rules. But what kind of man don’t cry, don’t question, Don’t dream past the next aggression?

They said “Take responsibility,” But meant “Take orders invisibly.” The horror ain’t loud, it’s in the code— A species trained to self-erode.

He came back, yeah—but not whole, Smile stitched on like a government role. One arm gone, dreams dissolved, Soul left behind where the bombs evolved.

PTSD in a bottle, meds for his sleep, Flashes of brothers that war couldn't keep. Family cheered like the fight was done— But war don’t end when the shots stop comin’.

He don’t cry, he don’t laugh, he just stares, Tryna find God in a VA chair. Built to break, then blamed when he broke— Now he’s chain-smokin’ silence, breathin’ on hope.

The flag came folded. The heart came cracked. The child they raised? He ain’t comin’ back. And sometimes... the system’s work ain’t complete— So he finishes the job on a quiet street.

He walks slow now—but still walks. Carries ghosts in his gait, don’t need to talk. He survived the script, but not the ink, Every blink is a battle he don’t dare drink.

He don’t want parades, don’t need pins, He just wants meaning where the horror begins. And maybe redemption ain't repair, it’s truth— So we chant for the broken, for the buried youth.

We carry their names in beats and flame, Their silence don’t fade—it rearranged the game. If they fell for lies, we rise for light, Spit verses like vengeance wrapped in right.

No more sons for empire's feast, No more daughters on the leash of peace. We the witnesses, the ones who see— And we vow: no child will be fed to this machine.

They don’t need soldiers—they need sons asleep. But the world’s on fire… and the dream runs deep.

Boot Camp for the Broken

== MC ORELHA - MEDLEY ==(( DJ FELIPE DO SALGUEIRO ))

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== MC ORELHA - MEDLEY ==(( DJ FELIPE DO SALGUEIRO ))

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