Etnia

We are all together a miscegenation
And we cannot run away from our ethnicity
Indians, whites, blacks and mixed race
Nothing wrong with your principles
Yours and mine are the same
It runs through my veins without stopping
Customs, it's folklore, it's tradition
Capoeira that tears the ground
Samba that comes from a finished favela
It's hip hop in my mess

It's the people in art
It's art in the people
And not the people in art
From those who make art with the people

Behind something that hides
There is always a great mine of knowledge
And feelings

There are no mysteries in discovering
What you have and what you like
There are no mysteries in discovering
What you are and what you do

Psychedelic Maracatu
Heavy Capoeira
Bumba my radio
Electric Berimbau
Frevo, Samba and Colors
United colors and joy
Nothing wrong with our ethnicity