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