Calor

For Brazil the North is invisible
A walk for foreigners
Playground for crime
Artists fighting among themselves
Blind don't perceive the real enemy

For Brazil the North is invisible
A walk for foreigners
Playground for crime
Blind don't perceive the real enemy
Blind don't perceive the real enemy
Blind don't perceive

VXAMÃ is crazy! Who are you to diagnose?
The streets of proximity remind me of Guernica
Rhyme as my few minds fabricate
The guys nod their heads in a positive sign

They took my writings seriously
In my notebook a rare mineral
A collapse in the modern world
Dying is like changing ZIP codes
Gods speak to me between the lines of the raps

I'm not being convinced
Hey! I won't be brief
I'm just getting started
I'm just convincing you
Before the world breaks
Who dares to unfold so that the week prospers?

Seeking meaning for what I'm feeling
The handshake can be the viper's strike
In fact, the city is a bookshelf
With stories unread, unheard, lived since the beginning

Quickly breeds lies
They stole my innocence, this world is a thief
Do you have a doubt? Is there illusion on the menu?
Stay quiet, lips on the abiu

Feet on the abyss
Far from this Eurocentrism
That imprisons the individual
In the glass room
That imprisons the individual
In the incomprehensible
In the prison of flesh and bone dwells an invisible monster

They killed me again and I didn't even feel the bullets
The body of another black thrown in the ditch
Police van modern world reminds me of the slave quarters
They stole my humanity and still ask me to be calm?

Empty fridge, sky bled that day
Me and her in the world, tears flowing
The weight of a life that only we knew
Shoulders with too much pain, only she felt

Black is making money, it's the black market
I've defeated the world, man, I'm not afraid
They killed my brothers just for being born black
I don't feel sorry for these worms, I have no respect

Think hitting a woman is making your name
Bitch, I'm more of a woman than many men
Running a marathon and I'm not an athlete
Like the little black guy on the bike running from the cops

Tell your mom I'm sorry for the tears
We're collecting what you owe and I want it all double
My enemy is the state, not some emotional boy
Just don't touch my skin, shining like a stage
Left-wing of boys, caviar and weed
While black skin is the target of the kids
Centuries of pain, don't fit in a poetry slam
Mom, I'm in Vogue, not in the police page

For Brazil the North is invisible
A walk for foreigners
Playground for crime
Blind don't perceive the real enemy
Blind don't perceive the real enemy
Blind don't perceive

For Brazil the North is invisible
A walk for foreigners
Playground for crime
Blind don't perceive