Negro Drama Between success and mud Money, problems, envy, luxury, fame Negro Drama Curly hair and dark skin The wound, the sore, in search of a cure Negro Drama Trying to see but seeing nothing Except for a star Far away, somewhat faded Feel the drama The price, the demand In love, in hatred, the insane revenge Negro Drama I know who plots and who's with me The trauma that I carry To not be just another screwed black guy The drama of prison and the favela Grave, blood, siren, cries and candles Passenger of Brazil, São Paulo, agony Surviving amidst honors and cowardice Outskirts, alleys, tenements You must be thinking What do you have to do with this? From the beginning, for gold and silver Look who dies, then See who kills The uniform that practices evil receives the merit Seeing me poor, imprisoned or dead is already cultural Stories, records, and writings It's not a tale or fable, legend or myth Wasn't it always said that blacks don't stand a chance? So look at the castle and no It was you who built it, you jerk I am a brother to my battle buddies I was the flesh, now I am the very blade Cheers, a toast to me I am an example of victories, paths, and glories Money lifts a man from misery But it cannot remove the favela from within him Few enter the field to win The soul keeps what the mind tries to forget Looking back, I see the road I've traveled, a lot Who was side by side and who only stayed behind Among phrases, phases, and various stages Of who's who, of the guys and the weak girls Hmm, Negro Drama of style To be, if it is, it has to be If fearing is corn Between the trigger and the storm Always trying To prove that I am a man and not a coward May God save me, for I know he is not neutral He watches 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 numerous carats I tell my buddy not to die and also not to kill The clock doesn't wait, see the pointer This road is venomous and full of mortars Nightmare, hmm, is a compliment For those living in war, peace never existed In the hot climate, my people sweat cold I saw a little black kid, his notebook was a rifle, rifle Negro Drama Crime, football, music, damn' I also couldn't escape from that I'm just another Forrest Gump is nothing I prefer to tell a real story I will tell mine Would make a movie A black woman and a child in her arms Solitary in the forest of concrete and steel Look, look again the face in the crowd The crowd is a faceless, heartless monster 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 bum Lights, camera, action, scene being recorded A bastard, another light-skinned child without a father Hey, landowner, I know well who you are Alone, you can't handle it, alone, you don't walk on foot You said you were good and the favela heard There also has whiskey, Red Bull, Nike shoes, and rifles I admit, your cars are beautiful, and I don't know how to make them Internet, VCR, crazy cars I'm a little late, yes, I think But it has to Your game is dirty, and I don't fit in I am a heap of problems, from Carnival to Carnival I come from the jungle, I am a lion, I am too much for your backyard I have a thousand problems with school, thousand tapes Unbelievable, but your son imitates me Among you, he's the smartest He dances and speaks slang, no, dialect This one is not yours anymore, oh, he rose I entered through your radio, I got in, you didn't even see We are this or that, what? You used to say Your son wants to be black, oh, what irony Stick up a 2Pac poster, what do you think? What do you say? Feel the black drama, come on, try to be happy Hey cool guy, who made you so good? What have you given, what do you do, what have you done for me? I received your ticket, I mean kit From sewer to open sky and plywood walls I didn't die of shame, I'm strong, here I am You won't, you won't pass when the red sea opens I am the man, tough man, from the ghetto, Brown, yay That crazy one who can't make mistakes The one you hate to love at this moment Pale skin and I listen to funk And where do the diamonds come from? From the mud Thanks, mom, Negro Drama (drama, drama, drama) Hey, back when there were stick huts in Pedreira Where were you? 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 long time, 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 makes rap The generation that revolutionized, the generation that will revolutionize 90s, 21st century, that's how it is Hey, you leave the ghetto But the ghetto never leaves you, you know, brother? You're driving a car The whole world is watching you, right? You know why? Because of your origin, brother, that's how you live, it's the black drama I didn't read it, I didn't watch it 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 go back with my head held high Because that's how it is, rising from the ashes Strong and firm, a warrior of faith Born a bum!