Eu Vim de Lá

I gotta let it out
Ahn, ahn, ahn

That I came from the hood
Life's a complicated grind
Born and raised seeing theft and war
The right doing wrong all the time
I'm talking about the dude in uniform
Who had an education, well-grounded
Gained power and a gun in hand
And gave me the choice to pay up or get framed

I know it’s wrong
But I was born and lived through all this
And in school, not even the smartest kid
Could explain the racism I’m facing
But, sir, why are you hitting me?
But, ma'am, why are you hiding?
Someone explain, I don’t get it
Why am I judged wherever I go?
Why are they laughing at my hair?
Why does the white girl look at me strange?
Why does she think black is ugly?
Oh, mama, why wasn’t I born white?
Even in school, Ms. Solange looks at me with hate and disdain
Because her daughter lost a spot to another little black kid
And she said, in class she spoke
Affirmative action is just an excuse for being lazy
Black and white are the same thing
And racism is an excuse for everything
I left school educated by her
And angry at everything I saw
Life's a race, there’s black and white
And the starting line is the same deal

But then, teacher, today I blew up and made it up here
And arriving here, I found fewer black folks
And a lot more white than I’d like
Teacher, explain to me why it’s all white in the rich people’s space?
Why is the white guy the one recording?
Why is it the white guy who interviews me?
Why is it the white guy who hires me?
Why is it the white guy who runs things?
Why is rap black culture but the white guy speaks and sets the trends?
And why is it that usually the black guy serves and the white guy calls the shots?
And why is my talk for black folks but the parties I sing at are all white?
But if black and white are the same
And more than half of Brazil is black
Why at a dinner with over 20 rich folks, am I the only black one?
Yeah, I’m the only black one
Ahn, I’m the only black one
Yeah, I’m the only black one

Oh, Lord, please protect us
Watch over our paths
If it weren’t for the Racionais group
I’d probably be the one serving
Oh, kid, listen to me
I’m fighting not to be a thug
Invest your time in your talent
To lift up your family and not be served

Oh, Lord, please
Take care of our boys
Using the mirror always Racionais
To encourage you not to be serving anymore
Oh, kid, listen to me
I’m fighting not to be a thug
Invest your time in your talent
To lift up your family and not be served
Yeah, not be served
Yeah, not be served

Oh, Lord, please
Take care of our boys
Oh, Lord, please
Take care of our boys
(Please)

Thanks, thanks, thanks
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