Sem Memória

I wake up startled, man, what time is it?
I got on my bike, went to buy some bread
At the newsstand I saw a crowd
I found it strange for the time the movement
I felt a pit in my stomach like a premonition
I lit my cigarette without paying much attention
I'm following my goal, going back to my favela
Who sleeps ready for war has this feeling

When I take the phone off airplane mode
I start to see thousands of messages on WhatsApp
A bunch of calls keep vibrating
Everyone commenting, talking about the news
Live on the city channel
I ran immediately to turn on the TV
I can't believe what I'm seeing is true
My buddy inside the bus with a gun in hand

Think how crazy, press covering
Bomb Squad, police cars isolating the street
Called him brother, nickname professor
Because he went door to door distributing reading

BOPE asks for calm, he doesn't want to negotiate
Can't trust these people in dirty uniforms
Remember the dictatorship? That Colonel Ustra
Killed my grandfather with torture machinery

I talked about books, but no one listened to me
Now my brother in Christ signals a gun with his hand
The same argument defended by politicians
That's why I bought one for you to pay attention

I'm releasing the kids, I'm releasing the women
Hurting an innocent was never my intention
You can call it a lesson, you can call it a kidnapping
In the end, to be honest, everyone will have a lesson

I see the overseers all positioned
Government sniper has a precision rifle
I'd rather be hit by the enemy's shot
But never by the whip in the hand of my own brother

We've existed for a long time, there's no
Discovery
In April 1500 the exploitation began
The Portuguese brought the guard and the Jesuit priests
Because the cross and the sword were the only option

Do you know your family tree?
We suffer from ideological falsehood
Then the rich kid thinks it's cool to set fire to indigenous people
Forgot about Galdino, a people without memory

You know about Anitta's life, follow Léo Dias
Follow the blogger's advice and gossip sites
Don't know who Dandara, Ciata, Maria Bonita were
So stop watching soap operas and come research our history
To know that the bandeirantes who gave this avenue its name
Are like the militias we have here now
Killed Marielle, killed Zumbi dos Palmares
Enslaved the indigenous and the quilombola people

My heroes never became statues
They died fighting against those who did
Hey Bial, fuck what you think is brilliant
Monteiro Lobato is just a fucking racist

Look at your kid with a Thor doll
Blond with green eyes holding an axe
Imagine your kid with a Xangô doll
The neighbor passing by saying it's cursed

Every police van has a bit of a slave ship
It seems like the future is repeating the past
If I had to choose a pet criminal
I'd prefer Lampião over Flávio Bolsonaro

I hate Luiz Alves de Lima Silva
Remembered as a hero in Duque de Caxias
Ended the revolt of João Balaio
Who killed the soldier who raped his daughters

Do you know Nego Cosme and Cara Preta
João Cândido and the Revolt of the Whip?
If you knew, you'd know that Princess Isabel
Was trying to play the sensible fairy

Maria Filipa was tough
Fought against the invasion of the Portuguese troops
Joana Angélica de Jesus
The nun murdered with a bayonet

You've never seen Captains of the Sands
Never read Castro Alves' book
Love Mickey who came from Disney
But ignore all our folklore

Fuck the rock star's mansion
Fuck that Alok is buying a Porsche
The problem isn't these guys getting rich
The problem is Cartola dying poor

Neither Luiz Inácio nor Bolsonaro
All this fanaticism scares me
You forgot our past
The problem started with Dom Pedro I

The Palmares quilombo that was in Alagoas
Which is still the state that kills the most young black people
How many Marcos Vinícius and how many Ágathas?
How many Amarildos, how many João Pedros?
How many will remain unharmed in this war?
I'll release the hostage and raise my hands
But when he steps out of the bus
He's lynched by angry locals