Morning

Yeah
The M, yeah
He says, oh
I still don't want to see the light, I have a lot left
I'm not going to walk through life fearing the world
I rose through the ranks, the black one is white
And I still have mambo', but

I turn it off or I paint it
Music made the 'ugly' days beautiful
Making what is easy difficult and different
Mine' cook up to eleven or twelve of the mornin', mornin', mornin'

I turn it off or I paint it
Music made the 'ugly' days beautiful
Making what is easy difficult and different
Mine' cook up to eleven or twelve of the mornin', mornin', mornin'

I have an angel and a devil on my shoulders'
That's why I was a fool in the past
On the mic I became different
With a notebook and pencil I faced the quilombo

Slow rapping to make it clear
The message I seek to leave in your mind
Don't believe everything someone tells you
Anyone speaking appears to be strong

In the neighborhood the blacks don't make signs with their hands
But they steal if they want to eat on Friday'
The police will stop you if you are dark-haired, wearing a cap
And you're missing a couple of teeth'

It's incoherent, the Patova has more dead
That he trades, the one who has to protect you kills you
And that shit made me strong
But some of my people were not protected by luck

I turn it off or I paint it
Music made the 'ugly' days beautiful
Making what is easy difficult and different
Mine' cook up to eleven or twelve of the mornin', mornin', mornin'

I turn it off or I paint it
Music made the 'ugly' days beautiful
Making what is easy difficult and different
Mine cook up to eleven or twelve of the mornin', mornin', mornin'

I still don't want to see the light, I have a lot left
I'm not going to walk through life fearing the world
I rose through the ranks, the black one is white
And I still have mambo'