Voz Ativa

I have something to say
And explain to you
But I can't guarantee, however
That I'll be funny this time
For the guys from here!
For the guys from there!
If you consider yourself black
You'll be a brother to blacks!
I know you have too many problems
And not even on the street they leave you alone
Among fucked up ladies and uniformed racists
With atrophied brains, they don't let you be
They all generalize out of fear too much
They say all blacks are the same
Do you agree?
You settle then, don't mind seeing
Even though you know it's tough
You prefer not to get involved
Pretend not to be yourself
And I ask why?
You prefer the other to go fuck themselves

I don't want to be Mandela
Just set an example
I don't know if you understand me
But I regret that
Brothers live with this naturally
I don't propose hatred, however
I find it incredible that our conformity
Is already at this level
But Racionais resist, never the same
Afrodynamically keeping our honor alive
Street wisdom
The most expressive RAP (What's up)
The black youth now has an active voice (Believe it)

You like, like, like, like us
It's us, us, us, us

You like, like, like us
It's us, us, us, us

You like, like, like us
It's us, us

You like us
It's us, us

We need a popular credit leader
Like Malcom X was in other times in America
Who is black to the bone, one of us
And rebuild our pride that was made in ruins
Our brothers are disoriented
Between pleasure and money, disoriented
Fighting for almost nothing
Crumb trivial things
Prestiging the lie
The speeches too uninformed

Enough celebrating the disadvantage
And allowing our image to be worn out
Current black descendant, my name is Brown
I'm not complexed and such
Just Rational
It's the purest truth
Definitive posture
The black youth
Now has an active voice

You like, like, like us
It's us, us, us, us

You like, like us
It's us, us

You like, like us
It's us, us

You like us
It's us, us

More than half of the country is black and forgets
That they only have access to what's left
So little for so many people
So many people
So many people in the hands of so little
Believe it
Deluded generation, a bankrupt mass
Of distorted information
Subtracted from television

They're fucked without any purpose
Daily signing their death certificate

Man, I'm tired of all the shit they show on TV
Every day, man, I can't take it anymore, it's tough, man

But where are
My peers on TV
Our brothers
Black artists with attitude and expression
You wonder why
I'm not racist
But my point of view is that
This is the Brazil they want to exist
Evolved and beautiful, but without blacks in the spotlight
They show you a country that doesn't exist
Hides our roots
Millions of blacks watch
Funny that they need us
They never discriminate our money
My question remains here
Of these famous artists
Which one do you identify with?

So, Lecy Brandão, Moisés da Rocha
Thaíde and DJ Hum, Ivo Meireles, Moleques de Rua and such
And from the east side of São Paulo Grupo DMN
Believe it, that's it

Our brothers are disoriented
Between pleasure and money, disoriented
Women assume their exploitation
Using the term mulata as a profession
It's bad
(Carnival has arrived, Carnival has arrived)
White models in the spotlight
Where are the black ones
Parading on the ground in the background
Less original more commercial every year
Carnival was the people's party
It was, but some blacks sold out again
Whites on top blacks on the bottom
It's still normal, natural
400 years later, 1992 all the same
Welcome to colonial Brazil and such
We need ourselves, that's the question
DMN my brothers describe it perfectly then
Liking ourselves, fighting for ourselves
Believing more in ourselves
Regardless of what others do
I'm proud of myself, a rapper in action
We are black yes in blood and heart
Mano IceBlue tells me

Justice is what motivates us, mine yours
Our active voice

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