Preto Cismado

You say unhappy
That we are suspicious blacks
Very introspective
For your mestizo prism
You say that racism is not that
Be amazed, cousin, but who is suspicious is
The state
You say, but then, don't even look towards
Our side
From this list, scratch us out
Call another brown
I can't believe there's a
God who agrees with segregation
I can't believe there's a
God who agrees with segregation
Gender, color, religion

And every day every hour another fight
Turns into one more who will come
To fight
Let warriors come
With precise aim
The target is a world where love can exist
I won't back down, I won't give up
If that's what they want, they'll stay
In desire
I'm strong, I'm black, I'm a son of the ghettos
Of the Savannas kingdoms, I'm Brazilian
I see the neglect, it's deaths, contempt
Kid who dies is a nightmare for us
For them, news, another one who was
Erased by the police!
Keep your racism away
Your strength and your rules can't
Stop the revolution

You say
That I'm a suspicious black
Who doesn't laugh at your joke
Racist and sexist
Says my pain is nothing
And even finds it funny
Wants to be my unhappy karma, no no
I am the incarnated voice
Of all these slums
Where the police is the judge
Target marked with chalk
Shot. When not
Bleach clears everything I did, right?
Inheritance of slavery
Appropriation made you a big shot
Who only sees his own navel
And will say he has a black friend
But when he meets one on the street
Shouts: Danger!
Listen to what I say
It's not theory
The false abolition that didn't bring me
Improvement
They objectify my body every day
I resist, poor, black, periphery!
Like the sad and violent scene of a robbery
I feel surrendered, victim with hands up
I think I'm surrounded, cornered, screwed!
I who am harmed and seen as a criminal
Eyes watch me, calculate my movements
I was sentenced to live like a prisoner
I'm spied on, watched, by the big dogs
I hold my head so nothing falls apart here
My hunter father told me about this path
Made me an archer to face the guerrilla
I look around, everyone almost blind
With heads down, typing under the ego
Where to run, escape from injustice?
There's no ox here, they want carrion
I don't pray your mass, my instinct is wild
The faith that exists in me is called courage

You say unhappy
That we are suspicious blacks
Very introspective for your mestizo prism
You say that racism is not that
Be amazed, cousin, but who is suspicious is the state
You say, but then, don't even look towards our side
From this list, scratch us out, call another brown
I can't believe there's a
God who agrees with segregation
I can't believe there's a
God who agrees with segregation
Gender, color, religion