Negro Drama

Black drama, between success and mud
Money, problems, envy, luxury, fame
Black drama, kinky hair and dark skin
The wound, the sore, in search of the cure

Black drama, tries to see and sees nothing
Except for a star, far away, somewhat dimmed
Feels the drama, the price, the demand
In love, in hate, the insane revenge

Black drama, I know who plots and who's with me
The trauma I carry so as not to be just another fucked up black
The drama of jail and favela
Grave, blood, siren, cries and candles

Passenger of Brazil, São Paulo, agony
Surviving amidst honors and cowardice
Peripheries, alleys, tenements
You must be thinking: What do you have to do with this?

Since the beginning for gold and silver
Look who dies, then see who kills
Receives the merit, the uniform that practices evil
Seeing me poor, imprisoned or dead is already cultural

Stories, records, and writings
It's not a tale, nor fable, legend, or myth
Wasn't it always said that black people don't stand a chance?
So, look at the castle and it wasn't you who built it, asshole

I am a brother of my battle comrades
I was the flesh, now I am the very blade
Cheers, a toast to me
I am an example of victories, journeys, and glories

Money takes a man out of misery
But it can't rip the favela out of him
Few enter the field to win
The soul keeps what the mind tries to forget

I look back, see the path I've trodden, a lot
Who stood side by side and who just stayed behind
Among phrases, phases, and various stages
Of who's who, of the brothers and the weak sisters

Black drama of style
To be and if so, it must be, if fearing is corn
Between the trigger and the storm
Always proving that I am a man and not a coward

May God keep me because I know he's not neutral
Watches over the rich, but loves those from the ghetto
I wear black inside and out
Warrior, poet, between time and memory

Now, in this story, I see dollars 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 is 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

Black 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 at the face in the crowd
The crowd is a monster, faceless and heartless

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 thug

Lights, camera, action, recording the scene
A bastard, another brown child, fatherless
Hey, plantation owner, I know well who you are
Alone, you can't handle it, alone you can't enter on foot

You said it was good and the favela heard
There also has whisky, Red Bull, Nike sneakers, and rifles
I admit, your cars are beautiful
Yes, I don't know how to do
Internet, VCR, crazy cars

I'm a bit late, yes
I am, I think
But your game is dirty and I don't fit in
I am a problem in heaps, from Carnival to Carnival
I came from the jungle, I am a lion, I am too much for your backyard

Problem with school, I have a thousand, a thousand tapes
Unbelievable, but your son imitates me
Among you, he is the smartest
Swings and speaks slang; not slang, dialect

This one is no longer yours, oh, 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, ha, what irony

Stick 2Pac's poster there, how about that? What do you say?
Feel the black drama, try to be happy
Hey cool guy, who made you so good?
What did you give, what do you do, what have you done for me?

I received your tic, I mean kit
From open sewer to open sky and plywood wall
I didn't die of shame, I'm strong, here I am
You, no, you won't pass when the Red Sea opens

I am the brother, tough man, from the ghetto, Brown, Obá
That crazy one who can't make mistakes
The one you hate to love at this moment
Brown skin and I listen to funk
And where do the diamonds come from? From the mud
Thanks, mom, black drama
Drama, drama, drama

Hey, during the stick huts era in Pedreira, where were you guys?
What did you give for me? What did you do for me?
Now you're eyeing the money I earn
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 KL Jay 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?
This is 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 favela
I will return with my head held high
Because that's how it is
Rising from the ashes
Strong and firm, warrior of faith
Natural thug!