Conceito

With a renewed concept, our nation will rise
I'm a child of the Black, I want respect, those in the hood aren't thieves

With a renewed concept, our nation will rise
I'm a child of the Black, I want respect, those in the hood aren't thieves

No, no, no

In the projects, up on the hill
In Lobato, at Fazenda Coutos

In Retiro, who shot?
I want to know who painted the castle white

In the slave quarters of Barro Preto, everyone is family
It's clear, it's in the heart

In the hair, in the skin, in the rhythm
It's me, Fantasmão

And it's in the beat of the feet, in the beat of the hands
(Let's go, bro! Let's go, bro!)
And it's in the beat of the feet, in the beat of the hands
(Let's go, bro! Let's go, bro!)