Dai a Cesar o Que É de Cesar

Now you, rich ones
Weep and wail for your miseries
That will come upon you
Your riches are corrupted
And your garments are moth-eaten
Your gold and silver are corroded
And their corrosion will be a witness against you
And will eat your flesh like fire, for
You have heaped up treasure for the last days
The wages of the laborers who mowed your fields
Which you kept back by fraud, cry out
And the cries of the reapers have reached the ears of the Lord of hosts
You have lived on the earth in pleasure and luxury
You have fattened your hearts as in a day of slaughter
You have condemned, you have murdered the just
He does not resist you
But blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled
Raise your voice, judge with justice
Defend the rights of the poor and needy
But remember, give to Caesar what is Caesar's and give to God what is God's (amen)

Hey
Passing through the valley of the shadow of death
The mud of death is still the Valley
Man, no matter how much time passes
Lives cannot be paid for, so do not be silent
Tell me: How much is the cause of the poor worth?
The system is playing pick-up sticks
His immersion that has a spin of the game
Is the same as never trembling when the color is black
It's the black stick turning the game
But this time I came to make it tremble, uh
People who talk, but don't know half of what they say
Not always the one who speaks actually has something to say
Ah, ah, uh
I couldn't care less about your thesis
That romanticizes and belittles the favela experience
Stealing the place to speak to self-promote
Experience in the cause is a resume
Without it, nothing here is legitimate
Equity, the primary account
Much more necessary than any algorithm
In the era of cyberpolitician
For your pedigree, I'm a pitbull
It's that knowledge without vision
Just makes you a convinced fool

The good citizen shoots a shot of good
With his good gun at the suspect of evil
Who didn't kill anyone and didn't steal from anyone
But guess what: Who is the villain in the news?
Racism is the structural cancer
This fact does not depend on your opinion
Either you cooperate with this structure
Or you help in the demolition
Someone tell the false Christian
That every black youth was once a fetus
Don't tell me you're pro-life
If when they kill us, you stay silent
The talk is straight, few ideas
Survival, revolution
They will try to take my place
But like Rosa Parks, I say: Not today
Today I feel like Babu
A racist comes one at a time
The comb is my liberation
The black is the crown that made me a king
Today I feel like Babu
A racist comes one at a time
Neither on the wall, nor on the firing squad
Free Black Panther, we are all kings

So, give to Caesar what is Caesar's
Give to Caesar what is Caesar's
So, give to Caesar what is Caesar's
Give to Caesar what is Caesar's
So, give to Caesar what is Caesar's
Give to Caesar what is Caesar's
So, give to Caesar what is Caesar's
Give to Caesar

It's not out of hatred that I'm in the ring
It's out of love, Martin Luther King
The main focus of this resistance
Is not letting hatred contaminate me
They never cry for our pains
But always censor our revolt
Who makes evil a boomerang
Cannot complain when it comes back
Fire in the museum, fire in the Pantanal
Fire in the Amazon and where are the moralists?
You only complain about the level of fire
When the people shout: Fire on the racists
They criticize fire on the racists
Just to change the focus of the problem
Who problematizes is the one who cares the least
About how daily racism burns us
Land that exalts meritocracy
Pretends not to know its past
Says it's just working to be someone in life
But we only start as nobody
Look into the eyes of a single mother
Who flees from hunger and stray bullets
Where are your ten tips to be a millionaire
And coach speech to succeed in life?
Without equity there is no justice
Victimhood is what they will say
Pepper in the eye of the poor doesn't burn
Unless one day it drips on you
What does this polarity work for?
No one is willing to let go of the bone
While discussing the less rotten side
The poor continue at the bottom of the well

It's the Machiavellian warlike lyric
Smooth on the field like Mbappé
I'm here to change the score of this game
And to reach me, you'll have to run
It's not about winning, it's about overcoming
The pieces advance without content
And I feel like a child on this board
Where my fun is to knock everything down
False prophets who quote the Bible
Spewing hatred and motivating war
The Devil himself also quoted
And guess what, he messed up
I still seek to be salt and light
I know exactly my mission on Earth
The evangelical bench is not Jesus
So, give to Caesar what is Caesar's