Preto Demais

While your speech is ready on the internet
They arrested the little black guy there in square seven
Who was asking for money to sell gum
But with playboy smoking a boldo there, no one gets involved

Because the father is a judge and the mother is a delegate
While the black guy's mother is his maid
One runs wild, greater agony
And take a crowded bus to the police station

Arriving at the police station
The black man's mother asks the doctor
But what did he do to get handcuffed?
The doctor then begins to describe the case

It's just that he's too black
Run too much, talk too much, smile too much
You're studying too much, buying too much
Traveling too much and it's no longer possible

But he plays too much, dances too much
And he sings too much, he's too beautiful
You're getting together too much, planning too much
So he will pass my son behind

Ha-ha
For your terror
The times of submission of our people
Their days are numbered
They will try to silence us, forge us
But our plan is more than laid out

So only those who are black
And who are very proud to be black
And too black
Go sing like that, oh

It's just that I'm too black, I run too much
I talk too much, I smile too much
I'm studying too much, buying too much
Traveling too much, I just want peace

I'm playing too much, dancing too much
Singing too much, looking way too good
I'm teaming up too much, planning too much
And I'm gonna leave those rich kids biting dust

I'm black, he's black
I'm black, he's black
I'm black, he's black
(Too black)

I'm black, he's black
I'm black, he's black
I'm black, he's black
(Too black)

I'm black, he's black
I'm black, he's black
I'm black, he's black
(Too black)

I'm black, he's black
I'm black, he's black
I'm black, he's black
(Too black)