conversa com uma menina branca

It was a conversation with a white girl
Just a conversation
With a white girl
Just a conversation

In a conversation with a white girl
She said she suffers like me and didn't have a father who supports her
And I, who had a father who always blesses me
And wants my well-being
For stealing my own car, I went to sleep in jail

I had a conversation with a white girl and few
And, at 25, she sold drugs to buy some clothes
And I, who saw my cousin living the thug life at 13
At 25, would already have 12 years of prison

In a conversation with a white girl
She said she hates the catcalls on the bus
It's disgusting, they touch, she no longer takes the bus
And the lady from the neighborhood who was abused on the bus
While the case is still under investigation, she's still a bus fare collector

In the conversation with a white girl
She said she was beaten
That no one supported her, that the guys loved it
Yes, the guys loved it
Out on the street, stabbing the guy, they could have helped, but no one stepped in
No one wants to be guilty, if you know what I mean
The guys are dying and the guys just watched

I had a conversation with a white girl
And she said she was bullied
That in childhood, everyone was together
And race wasn't the issue
And that she had a black grandma and everything
And played at jumping the fence
And only once did one not come back
Coincidence was just the color

In the conversation with a white girl
I said it wasn't about her
That if it were individual
There were some fights and no slums
And she said she preferred
To debate with a black girl
Black men are violent
Almost always lose their temper

Hearing that hurt me
I raised my voice and felt the malice
Hearing that hurt me
I raised my voice
Hearing that hurt me
I raised my voice, felt the malice
The conversation with the white girl
Ended with her calling the police