There's a lot they didn't tell you at school
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In the favela, then you'll see!
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What happens to Black and poor folks
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Oppression, humiliation, prejudice
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When it starts like this
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Since she was little, hustling
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Watching kids, cleaning houses
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Noon hits, she bathes and walks to school
There's no money for the bus
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And since she's tired she wants a bus ride
But because she's Black and poor
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And that's just the first door that slams
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She reaches school, another gate shuts
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You're not going into history class
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Wait, sit down, it'll be one soon
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Wait a bit more and go into the second class
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And make sure you're not late again!
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She gets to the room, now drowsiness kicks in
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Slowly she learns that
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If the fare is 3.80 and you've got 3 in hand
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She interrupts the teacher and says
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"Then there won't be bread"
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And the friends who laugh at her every day
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Laugh more and humiliate her more
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She's tired of humiliation and doesn't want school anymore
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And at Christmas she cried
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Because she didn't get a ball
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Time kept passing and she kept growing
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Now on the street she's the Black girl with the stinky armpit
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Who straightens her hair to feel accepted
But it doesn't help at all
She really wants to study
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She finishes school, the prep booklet
There's still the entrance exam
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And her mouth dries up, no spit at all
She's gonna pay for college
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Because Black and poor don't go to USP
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That's what the teacher said
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Who taught back at school
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That everyone is equal and quotas are charity
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Tired of handouts and without the dough for college
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And cleans three apartments downtown
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Try being born Black and poor in the hood
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You'll see how different the opportunities are
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And don't even come tell me that's playing the victim
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Don't pin the blame on me
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To cover up your racism!
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And don't even come tell me that's playing the victim
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And don't even come tell me that's playing the victim
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Don't pin the blame on me
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To cover up your racism!
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And don't even come tell me that's playing the victim
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These are enslaved nations
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It's the voice that echoes from the drum
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You can fight too, hey!
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Because Black people came to revolutionize
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Don't let our voice be silenced!
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Don't let our voice be silenced!
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Don't let our voice be silenced!
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Don't let our voice be silenced!
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Don't let our voice be silenced!
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Thousands of us are born
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Each time one of us falls
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Thousands of us are born
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Each time one of us falls
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Thousands of us are born
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Each time one of us falls
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Thousands of us are born
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Each time one of us falls
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With chest open, ghetto swordsman, nigga samurai!
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With chest open, ghetto swordsman, nigga
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With chest open, ghetto swordsman, nigga
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Chest open, ghetto swordsman, nigga
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Chest open, ghetto swordsman, nigga samurai!
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Chest open, ghetto swordsman, nigga
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Chest open, ghetto swordsman, nigga
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With chest open, ghetto swordsman, nigga samurai!
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Let's go to the spot where the clock stops
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And in the silence the heart races
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Let's reign like Zumbi, Dandara
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Let's go to the spot where the clock stops
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In the silence the heart races
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Try being born Black and poor in the hood
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You'll see how different the opportunities are
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And don't even come tell me that's playing the victim
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Don't pin the blame on me
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To cover up your ra-cism!
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There's a lot they didn't tell you at school!
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I said: quota's not charity!
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These are enslaved nations
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It's the voice that echoes from the drum!
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Because Black people came to revolutionize