Beira Mar

Yo!
Strong chest
Son of Oxóssi
I’m in white, watching my creation
Contemplating who created me
Under the sun of the north side

I sought new perspectives
Chasing new spotlights
My little dude won’t starve anymore
He won’t struggle anymore

Getting rich to share the wealth
I saw everyone wanting a piece of the pie
Everyone wants a slice of the cake, yeah
Me, Puma, and Tarcis sharing the Host

I want my slice too, yeah
I see brothers killing brothers
It’s like hell is right here
For this world I’m leaving behind

I want my slice too, yeah
I see brothers killing brothers
It’s like hell is right here
For this world I’m leaving behind

We walk against the wind
I write lines that bend time
Dressed all in white like I’m playing at Wimbledon
I’m not singing victory yet, I’m proud of our school
But black folks are still dying
By the dirty hands of the state
I know where I want to go
Nothing and no one will stop me
Sorry for missing commitments
If I win, we’ll get out of the mud
My life is about traveling
Many of my people won’t benefit
But if I stop
The kids will be left without a mirror
I have to fight
Without getting down
Tears will fall
Only when I win
In the movie of our victory
It’ll just be you and me

Walking through downtown
Leaving my name on the wall with talent
Marolo, high, looking at the monuments
I love Rio de Janeiro in motion

I just need a cold beer
A loud party on the sound
And wind in my face
A delicious meal when I get home
A hug from my crazy girl
And two balloons from the wild one (Yo)

I’m fucking happy
With what I have
I see in the pupil
The size of your purity
I don’t need money
Just to feel more alive
I just want a full table surrounded by friends

Barbecue on the terrace
Everyone flying a kite (go, little one)
Chillin’ with my girl
Admiring the beautiful view