Mariô

Ogum adjo, ê mariô
(Okunlakaiê)
Ogum adjo, ê mariô
(Okunlakaiê)

Before Sabota wrote A Good Place
We were already dancing the Shimmy Shimmy Ya
Chico warned 'the circle won't stop'
And those who think they're the cream, be careful not to curdle

Acts of love we should sample
Listen to Mulatu Astatke and Fela Kuti
Preaching peace, yes, it's a matter of honor
Because the real world is not the Cornbread Ranch

And you can believe, more than five hundred thousand brothers
You can also believe, the suburban dialect
You can believe the faith we have in you
And girl, I hate explaining slang

I have for you a box of mud
A sheet of faith to line your bed
In the strength of the verse, the rhyme that beats
The sweet hypocrisy that lures our children

I don't need glasses to see
What's happening around me
They give the candy to take later
Today they'll have my best

They think I'll be fooled
Small minds... I feel sorry for them!
I don't need Mother Diná
To know what's your worst

Ogum adjo, ê mariô
(Okunlakaiê)
Ogum adjo, ê mariô
(Okunlakaiê)