Axé (feat. Djonga e BK)

If you knew how much money I made just being black
And how crazy it would be double if I were white
And I see them getting mad just because I'm black
And today those who give me money are white people's children
And the racist's daughter who messages me on Instagram
Asks, black, what are you going to do tomorrow?

And I say I'm not going to do anything to see the end
And they say, come to my house, my dad will be working tomorrow
And they are still adventurous and don't even know what they're getting into
Just know because a friend said that we get along really well
Breakfast is bacon with omelette

And the black maid says, son, are you feeling okay?
And I found out that she is a friend's mother
He's actually been in prison for two years and he's getting out
Brother, I'm waiting for you so we can steal the show
Your son is already grown up, he's actually beautiful, miss him!

Disbelieve to see who has the power
And I know you've spent many sleepless nights
Axé for candomblé, I'm umbanda for real
My faith was dedicated to destroying your color
Amen, my father Oxóssi, I'm a king, oh Djonga, you're a king
BK, you're a king and I'm here
You know, I love you, we'll always be us
Only we understand that and screw it for what I came for

We use things because we need them
Because now you can have
It never mattered and now I want so much
Like these people around me who pay to see me
Want me in the VIP
Didn't want to pray and still want the power of the sacred mantle
Bullets were flying and I saw my mother through the trouble
Where were you when it was drugs in the drawer?
Money comes, black man crosses the bridge
What does this rich girl have that you don't see in black women

Djonga doesn't seal, Djonga paves the way
I make the consciousness that it's necessary to be born
I'm hoping it's a natural birth
But if necessary with my surgical rhymes I'll do a cesarean
I heard that wealth is in the details
Is that why poor young people cut their eyebrows short?
Your fetish is that I be a puppet
It's cliché but whoever was born to be a pastor doesn't become a sheep

Yes, life is a Ferris wheel, brother
Jorge won't steal to have fancy shoes
Let's be Zumbis dos Palmares not Walking Dead
While some ask for the sound of the moment, I make the sound that the moment demands

And she thinks this shit is Disney
Speaks slang, says 'nem' just to try to get involved
And she thinks this shit is a movie
And the father without a firm hand, we'll play a little and then give it back
She goes up and down on the dick, pretends it's a roller coaster
Cocaine spills, sticks her nose in it
Goes back to the condo, friend says she's crazy, ready

Look at the crazy cool life of the gang, huh
If she gets pregnant, dad pays for the clinic
The same one who voted for Bolsonaro who says abortion is a sin
Hey, cynical people
But it's no problem if the child is from a black person from the favela
They raise them with white people, say it's revenge
They don't care if they say it's 'palmitar'
Hey, the rich kids buy the clothes, the slang, get braids
They don't care, do everything to imitate, hey
Say they like FP, the train, the bullet

During the week no talk, no talk
Weekend puts on the costume
It's not because you suck up to the kids that you are one
Talking about balloons, but disappearing like a priest
Talking about big cup, we're big bodies inside Blaze
Thinks my suffering is fun, thinks she's the salvation
Wants to rhyme my life, but doesn't have my life (no, no, no)

And eyes that condemn me every day
You need to see an episode of this shit
I see hatred condemning me every day
The new episode is always the same shit
You want to pretend it's us, we wouldn't be able to be us
Didn't even see where we came from, it's getting ugly
I know you cry when you look at yourself in the mirror