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Me? I don't master fencing
But my word, my word, my word is sharp and contaminates
My swagger, my way, my voice that comes from the ghetto
My race, my face, your face to slap
My curly hair
I don't straighten it, endure my attitude
Your card doesn't pay me
My ancestry in my chest, I'm not selling it to you
Some baptize my posture, pure cunning
But my overcoming was with great difficulty
It's not just counting for the sake of it, not out of vanity
But chest to face crazy life with courage
It's not for everyone
My mother, my witness: the price, the care, the discontent
A lot of frustration, no inspiration, no pass, no bread
It's tough... Don't worry, I'll manage, I'll find a way
I've always managed
And, of course, I needed help
Know the weak flesh?
I'm the tough meat type
There are good people in the world, I already know that
I've also seen the violent side of those who fear the law
Divine law doesn't matter, police law doesn't matter
It doesn't matter to wear fancy clothes or give your surname
The ladies already know the daily life of the street: nightfall?
Alone, you're not safe

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Sweat and tears, the night is cold, for these things
No one is ever prepared
After a hard day, my body was frozen
Armed robbery
They took the guitar and borrowed microphone
I cried, I cried
The banditry didn't fit the stereotype...
There were three boys, like fifteen years old
I've never seen these white boys in the area
Two blonde girls with pink caps
Rewriting the lines of the known story

Walking on the street at night, many white people have run away from me
My threat doesn't carry bullets, but bothers my neighbor
The imagination of these so-called Brazilian people is twisted
It screams for my skin, what will be my end
I don't condone this dirty game
I shout even louder and denounce this filthy world
My voice transcends my stature

Know the weak flesh?
I'm the tough meat type

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It's getting good, but it will get better

Basalt emanating from my pores
My conscience stone in this moment
Basalt emanating from my pores
My black conscience