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With a work focused on anti-racism, the rapper from Minas, Djonga
Is the only Brazilian representative in an international hip-hop award
Alienating content that numbs the minds of young people in the neighborhoods
With a false sense of representation
Shook things up, with 'things' understood as the old socio-cultural fences
That lost their meaning, prejudices fallen apart
Because if I said a Black man was a criminal, I’d be racist
So that’s exactly what I wanted to convey
I tried to show that one side of this would be racist
A rapper performed for thousands this weekend
The crowd scenes caught attention on social media

I’m in a big house surrounded by friends
Friends? I’m just in a big house
I narrated your world like Galvão, they loved me like Silvio Luiz, oh
I’ll end up like Casagrande
I took care of everyone and forgot about myself
The streets wanted to fuck me, she was my lover
Dude, look what they did to Luther King
Who hunts Simonal, hunts Bob and hunts Gandhi
I’ve always stayed away, cousin, I’ve always passed by
I was passing by the cops and where did I stop?
Smells like piss and blood, good thing it was just one night
I admire the kids who did more than eleven years
That bastard took the rest of my innocence
I didn’t even see it coming and my adolescence ended
What’s yours is yours, including your bills
Settle up with Jesus, because injustice is a consequence
Before being me, I always wanted to be us
Now I just want to be us without stopping being me
I understood the difference between the leader and the boss
One shines if you’re light, the other shines if you’re dark

Too human to be so good to you
Too human to not get it right and own up
Too human, that’s your idol
Too human to not learn from this here
I’m so alone, so me
I’m so alone, so me, yeah
So me

Revenge is that dish you eat cold
In victory, there are many dishes and a full table
Defeat is a shallow plate and I’m eating alone
I’m like Jonah lost in the belly of the whale
They make you a Messiah, but prefer Barabbas
And unlike Pilate, I don’t wash my hands
I did the multiplication of fish in my pocket
It’s the fish in my pocket that helps multiply the bread
Before, I had few shoes, now even people are on my feet
That’s what justifies the smell of my stinky feet
I trusted too much, only later did I see that
Not every guava fruit is actually guava
Since I was a kid, they wanted my CPF in the trash
Tried to cancel me, showed up late
A few days back, I looked deep into the eye of death
Without going into details, lucky I’m armed
The thorn comes to show you that not everything is roses
Things I was told on one of those corners
Get your act together, kid, sometimes you miss it
But life isn’t a theater and not everything is a play
Easy to deal with the noise that makes the guests
Hard is dealing with the silence that comes at the end of the party
And it’s the silence that tells me that despite the success
I’m still with the rope around my neck and the aim on my forehead

Too human to be so good to you
Too human to not get it right and own up
Too human, that’s your idol
Too human to not learn from this here
I’m so alone, so me
I’m so alone, so me, yeah
So me

I gained the world when I lost myself
Lost the young me, lost that guy full of passion, wild and adventurous
I mean, I’m still crazy, but just crazy

I disappeared from social media, the dude’s never been so on
Laid back, looked at the sky and gave thanks
In the people's mouth, you think you’re the bomb
But it was in the eyes of my kids where I recognized myself
Yeah, over a hundred thousand on Twitter trends
On the street, no one, I won’t take you seriously
If the subject is hypocrisy, we’re tied
The hard part is that I already know the tiebreaker
The size of my ambition you can’t measure
I’ve been meditating and I swear it’s not little
Sometimes I think about leaving this stuff aside
Long before I end up half frustrated and half crazy
I used to be a number nine, now I play midfield
For the homies in attack not to take even half a hit
If you want to mess with me, coward, then come bouncing
I’m Black in Brazil, any harm to me is little
I made so much money that I saw the problem isn’t the money
It’s precisely the search for money
My God, forgive me and let me into Heaven
In the eye of the needle, I want to be the camel

I think there are people who have been low maybe in other lives
And that in this one are at a higher level, but that’s not my case, you know?
Not me, I wallowed in the mud, you got it?
I am what I am
It’s not humility to say this, no, because who knows and knows me is me
I know how dirty, petty, greedy, envious, angry, suspicious I am
And anything else you might add
Coward, you got it? Liar
I know, it just happens that I don’t like it.