Sou Brasileiro

I'm Brazilian, I'm from Rio de Janeiro
It takes time, I'm a funk singer indeed
Hey please, let me pass
I'm discriminated against but I'm also polite
My mother gave me education, and put me to study

Believe me, who would say the kid grew up
Raised in the community City of God
Feet on the ground, eyes and dreams above the clouds, the clouds
Not money, just heart
Humility, discipline, and health
Right dialogue, a straight talk, I hope it helps
Nice to meet you, I'll introduce myself

I'm Brazilian, I'm from Rio de Janeiro
It takes time, I'm a funk singer indeed
Hey please, let me pass
I'm discriminated against but I'm also polite
My mother gave me education, and put me to study.

Uncross your arms, go ahead
Don't expect anything to fall from the sky
Because from there only faithful rain falls
because our funk has already taken punches in the back and slaps on the chest
You know those things that happen that make you mad
Like wanting to scream I'm crazy
So I don't retaliate you can't hit me you have to respect me
Don't call me a slum dweller and a bad element
I'm a hard worker and funk is my livelihood
With faith in God I believed in my talent and dove into the movement

But our weapon is the microphone and the ammunition is the voice
And those who are close say it's us
Once again I'll sing then

I'm Brazilian, I'm from Rio de Janeiro
It takes time, I'm a funk singer indeed
Hey please, let me pass
I'm discriminated against but I'm also polite
My mother gave me education, and put me to study.