Senzala e Favela (part. Wilson das Neves e Emicida)

From the shame of slavery
In the affliction of the slave quarters
Color separation is seen

The black is always at ground level
On the steps of this scale
And that hasn't changed

Since the moment of creation
Of the first slum
The disintegration has returned

Black is still in this condition
Of misery and affliction
From when it began

Whip or bullet whizzing
Slum or slave quarters
It makes no difference

It seems to me that in every soap opera
Slave quarters or slum
It's our sentence

And where the government's hand comes in
It's just one more policy of exclusion
Our apartheid is endless
We have to fight for another abolition

From the shame of slavery
In the affliction of the slave quarters
Color separation is seen

The black is always at ground level
On the steps of this scale
That hasn't changed

Since the moment of creation
Of the first slum
The disintegration has returned

Black is still in this condition
Of misery and affliction
From when it began

Whip or bullet whizzing
Slum or slave quarters
It makes no difference

It seems to me that in every soap opera
Slave quarters or slum
It's our sentence

And where the government's hand comes in
It's just one more policy of exclusion
Our apartheid is endless
We have to fight for another abolition