Idealista

My instinct is explosive
Time passes, I become more reflective
Yin and yang, impulsive reasoning
Not always peace is a choice, war is for warring
I can't be repetitive
I have the ability to deal with allusive
I didn't choose, I was born black and a samba player, with pardon of the vocative
There's a pen that exterminates more than a nuclear bomb

They've called me weird
That rhyming climb isn't samba, I don't criticize
But not every stick that hits
Chico has to hit Francisco
My crooked foot has a shoe that can fit

I sing for those who are hurt
To uplift my oppressed people
A war cry in the midst of the apocalyptic chaos
This aristocracy must proletarianize

Until I leave, I won't rest, no
Hail Pelé, Quelé, Madiba, Ivone, Riachão Arolê
Hunter, I have the arrow in my hand
Closed fist, saturated with the situation