São Paulo- Stopped Life, Life Stopped
Daily, people sit crawling towards destinations- stopped life
Daily, people get hit floating towards dysfunctions- life stopped
Sensical absurdities, beautiful ugliness
Sad happiness, rich poverty
My São Paulo is an island surrounded by an electric fence
Invisible danger all around that exists in the hearts of men
On the same street a child goes hungry, another eats despite satiation
Here a man is not measured by the content of their character
but by the name stamped upon his garments
Slavery still exists here; it just took on different forms;
like traffic, taxes, low wages and a civil war that has become the norm
People throw rocks, police shoot bullets, nothing comes to change
Love it or leave it, because to São Paulo none of this is strange
By Ryan 