Nego Drama

Negro drama,
Between success and mud,
Money, problems,
Envy, luxury, fame.

Negro drama,
Curly hair,
And dark skin,
The wound, the sore,
The search for healing.

Negro drama,
Tries to see
And sees nothing,
Except for a star,
Far somewhat dimmed.

Feels the drama,
The price, the demand,
In love, in hate,
The insane revenge.

Negro drama,
I know who plots,
And who's with me,
The trauma I carry,
To not be just another fucked up black.

The drama of prison and slum,
Grave, blood,
Siren, cries and candle.

Passenger of Brazil,
São Paulo,
Agony that survive,
Amidst the whores and cowardice,
Peripheries, alleys and tenements.

You must be thinking,
What do you have to do with this,
From the beginning,
For gold and silver,

Look who dies,
Then see who kills,
Receives the merit, the uniform,
Who practices evil,

Show me,
Poor, imprisoned or dead,
It's already cultural.

Stories, records,
Writings,
It's not a tale,
Nor a fable,
Legend or myth,

It was always said,
That black people don't stand a chance,
So look at the castle and no,
It wasn't you who made it, asshole.

I am a brother,
Of my battle comrades,
I was the flesh,
Now I am the very blade,

Cheers to me,
I am an example, of victories,
Paths and glories.

Money takes a man out of misery,
But it can't rip out,
From within him,
The slum.

There are few,
Who enter the field to win,
The soul keeps,
What the mind tries to forget.

I look back,
I see the road I've traveled,
A lot
Who stood side by side,
And who just stayed behind,
Between the phrases,
Phases and various stages,

Of who's who,
Of the brothers and the weak sisters,

Negro drama of style,
To be,
And if it is,
It must be,
If fearing is corny.

Between the trigger and the storm,
Always proving,
That I am a man and not a coward.

May God protect me,
For I know,
That he is not neutral,
He watches the rich,
But loves those who come from the ghetto.

I wear black,
Inside and out,
Warrior,
Poet between time and memory.

Now,
In this story,
I see the dollar,
And various carats,

I tell my brother,
Not to die, and also not to kill,

The ticking clock,
Doesn't wait, see the hand,
This road is poisonous,
And full of mortars,

Nightmare,
Hmm,

It's a compliment,
For those who live in war,
Peace never existed,
In a hot climate,
My people sweat cold,
I saw a little black boy,
His notebook was a rifle.

A rifle,
Negro drama.

Crime, soccer, music, damn,
I also couldn't escape from that.
I'm just one more.
Forrest Gump is nothing,
I prefer to tell a real story,

I'll tell mine....

Would make a movie,
A black woman,
And a child in her arms,
Lonely in the forest,
Of concrete and steel,

Look,
Look again,
The face in the crowd,
The crowd is a monster,
Without face and heart,

Hey,
São Paulo,
Land of skyscrapers,
The drizzle tears the flesh,
It's the tower of Babel,

Brazilian family,
Two against the world,
Single mother,
Of a promising,
Vagabond,

Light,
Camera and action,

Recording the scene goes,
A bastard,
Another brown child,
Without a father,

Hey,
Master of the plantation,
I know well who you are,
Alone, you can't handle it,
Alone,
You can't handle it on foot,

You said you were good,
And the slum heard, there
Also has
Whiskey, Red Bull,
Nike sneakers and
Rifle,

I admit,
Your car is nice,
Yes,
I don't know how to do it,
Internet, VCR,
The crazy cars,

Late,
I'm a little bit,
I am,
I think,
But you have to,

Your game is dirty,
And I don't fit in,
I'm a big problem,
From carnival to carnival,
I came from the jungle,
I'm a lion,
I'm too much for your backyard,

Problem with school,
I have a thousand,
A thousand tapes,
Unbelievable, but your son imitates me,
In the midst of you,
He's the smartest,
Swings and speaks slang,
Slang not dialect,

This one is no longer yours,
Hey,
He rose,
I entered through your radio,
I took it,
You didn't even see,
We are this or that,

What?,
You didn't say,
Your son wants to be black,
Huh,
What irony,

Stick Tupac's poster there,
How about that,
What do you say,
Feel the black drama,
Go,
Try to be happy,

Hey cool guy,
Who made you so good,
What did you give,
What do you do,
What did you do for me,

I received your tic,
I mean kit,
From open sewer to open sky,
And plywood walls,
I didn't die of shame,
I'm strong,
Here I am,

You don't,
If you don't pass,
When the Red Sea opens,

I am the man,
Hard man,
From the ghetto, bro,

Oba,

That crazy one,
Who can't make a mistake,
The one you hate,
Loves at this moment,
Brown skin,
I listen to funk,

And where do they come from,
The diamonds,
From the mud,

Thanks mom,

Negro drama,
Drama, drama.

Hey, back in the days of stick shacks up in the slum where you were?
What did you guys do for me?
Now you're eyeing the money I make
Now you're eyeing the car I drive
It took a while, I want more
I want even your soul
Hey, rap made me who I am
Ice Blue, Edy Rock and KLJ, and the whole family
And the whole generation that does rap
The generation that revolutionized
The generation that will revolutionize
90s, 21st century
It's like this
Hey, you leave the ghetto, but the ghetto never leaves you, got it brother
You're driving a car
The whole world is watching you, got it
You know why?
Because of your origin, got it brother
That's how you live
It's the black drama
I didn't read, I didn't watch
I live the black drama, I am the black drama
I am the fruit of the black drama
Hey Dona Ana, speechless, you are a queen, queen
But hey, if I have to go back to the slum
I'll go back with my head held high
Because that's how it is
Rising from the ashes
Strong and firm, warrior of faith
Born scoundrel!