Ever felt like every breath comes with a price tag? Projota turns that frustration into poetry in Sr. Presidente. Line after line, he tallies up the absurd fees of Brazilian life: you pay to be born, to dream, even to die, while work, justice, and safety stay locked behind VIP doors. With sharp irony he calls out leaders who pocket the nation’s future, leaving children on the streets and hospital lines that stretch into despair.
Yet this is more than a protest anthem; it is a spark. Projota warns that when hope and anger finally collide, the people will erupt – simple cause and effect. Amid the criticism shines a stubborn love for his “beautiful country without hurricanes,” a place he believes can change if voices keep rising. The song is a rallying cry that turns outrage into fuel, inviting listeners to sing along and keep that inner flame burning.