Cães de Raça (feat. Guto)

I'm a mulatto, right? I'm a mulatto without a flag
I haven't had a trench since the colonial war
White intellectual father, black washerwoman mother
I wanted to be like him, but without forgetting my midwife
I wanted to be progressive, they called me an exclusivist
When I asked the fascist Salazar to call me Portuguese
That I was even a Benfica fan, I drank port wine and I was even racist

But I was also an independence activist, an intellectual revolutionary, a Mafalalist
It gave way to Craveirinha passing through Noémia de Sousa
Who said my life is just bohemian?
In Portugal, assimilated, second-class Portuguese
On earth, condemned to be a mechanic or a prostitute
Nobody wins my fight
If the mulatto woman gets a job, they say she gave birth to the fruit
And who convinces that the misconduct of a mulatto who accelerates cars
It's not my fault
It's not my fault for the look I have on me
During the day they hate me
At night they love me
Let's put an end to the farces once and for all
Mulatto is the hate and love between races

I am a purebred dog
Only my race passes here
Only my race passes here
Purebred bitch
Only my race passes here, race

I am a purebred dog
Only my race passes here
Only my race passes here
Purebred bitch
Only my race passes here, race

I'm a black man from the slave quarters living in a favela
I own the land without ever having commanded it
With my friends I want peace, with my brothers I make war
So I am exploited in my own land
I am the only rich person living in poverty
I live off the pity they feel for me, I live off misery
Stepchild of the civilized world, son of misery
I dream to see if I wake up free from misery

I expelled settlers, but never colonialism
I saw the shit, put the lid down and didn't flush the toilet
That's why my house smells bad
Black explores black, smells like colonial times
But this war comes from tribal time
I betrayed black people like me to the white people on the coast
And the whites on the coast established the capital
They put the mulatto children closer to the capital
Therefore, black people like me who cannot have the same color
They fight to at least have the color of capital
But let me tell you the whole truth
My religion, brothers, is also true
My cathedral is the healer's hut
And Africa cures everything, that's why it's hospitable

I am a purebred dog
Only my race passes here
Only my race passes through here
Purebred bitch
Only my race passes here, race

I am a purebred dog
Only my race passes here
Only my race passes through here
Purebred bitch
Only my race passes here, race

I'm white, I live in the houses in the upscale area
Polana and Sommerchield, in the garage I park a Jeep
I'm not Bantu, but I've been a VIP for centuries
I was born in Mozambique, I am from here
Or from the lands of Portugal
Oh, my God, Joseph and Mary, wine and cod
Football, Benfica or Porto or Sporting club
Portuguese vanguard in sports
At the forefront of private investment
Owner of the language, owner of the work, owner of the Bank's shares
Owner of arrogance, but let me explain a bit
It's just that I've been treated well since I was a child
I grew up in private education or was hired
Blacks and mulattos, my subordinate cousins
Or wronged brothers, I am also Cardoso
White suicide, People's Journalist
Colonialist again, I pay the price of color
From the minority that educated a society by color
Green light at the race traffic light
In case of an accident, I'm not in the hospital for the masses
Good white boss, at the time of grace
Opportunistic fascist in times of trouble

I am a purebred dog
Only my race passes through here
Only my race passes through here
Purebred bitch
Only my race passes here, race

I am a purebred dog
Only my race passes here
Only my race passes here
Purebred bitch
Only my race passes here, race

We bhai is all brother
Our life is doing business, our politics is the Quran
We give this country its name, its flavor and religion
Mussa Bin Bique, rajá and mendi in hand
White, black and mixed race are all customers of the heart
But bhai only marry bhai, we keep our tradition
This is not racism, think about it for a moment
Our child is used to seeing black people as employees
Black man carry bag, in store, in warehouse
Black people don't like salary, they say that bhai is monhé
Yes, bhai is monhé, monhé likes mosque
Do you like cars with powerful engines for racing?
He likes to give alms to the poor when Friday comes
Likes mulatto friend, likes smoking and drinking
But this joke ends the month of fasting
Don't go to the disco, don't do formula one
Use a cofió, forget the bottle of rum
This month is holy, bhai, do no harm
Monhé owner of the store, yes, monhé merchant
Make money circulate, be a good businessman
Monhé is a businessman, Mozambican at heart
We make this country's economy work

I am a purebred dog
Only my race passes here
Only my race passes here
Purebred bitch
Only my race passes here, race

I am a purebred dog
Only my race passes here
Only my race passes here
Purebred bitch
Only my race passes here, race