LYRICS GAME

Now you, rich ones

Cry and weep over your miseries

That will come upon you

Your riches are rotten

And your clothes are moth-eaten

Your gold and silver have rusted

And their rust will testify against you

And will eat your flesh like fire, for

You piled up treasure for the last days

And the wages of the workers who reaped your fields

That you withheld, cry out

And the cries of the workers

Have reached the ears of the Lord of Hosts

You lived in luxury on Earth, indulging in pleasure

And stuffed yourselves on the day of slaughter

You have condemned and killed the righteous

Without him resisting

But blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice

For they’ll be filled

Raise your voice, judge with justice

Defend the rights of the poor and the needy

But remember

Give Caesar what is Caesar’s

And give God what is God’s

Amen, yeah

Walking through the valley of the shadow of death

The mud of death is still Vale

Bro, no matter how much time goes by

Lives can’t be paid back, so don’t stay silent

Tell me how much the poor man’s cause is worth?

The system is playing pick-up sticks

His comes from a single twist of the game

It’s the same one that never shakes when the color is black

It’s the black stick flipping the game

But this time I came to make it shake

People who talk but don’t know even half of what they say

The one who talks doesn’t always have anything to say

I couldn’t care less about your thesis

That romanticizes and belittles favela life

Stealing the speaking place to self-promote

Experience in the cause, résumé

Without it, nothing here is legit

Equity is the main equation, way more needed than any algorithm

In the era of the cyber-politician

To your pedigree, I’m a pit bull

Knowledge without vision

Just makes you one more stubborn fool

The upstanding citizen fires a “good” shot

With his “good” gun at the “bad” suspect

Who killed no one and robbed no one

But guess who’s the villain in the news?

Racism is a structural cancer

That fact doesn’t depend on your opinion

Either you cooperate with that structure

Or you help tear it down

Somebody tell the fake Christian

That every young black kid was once a fetus

Don’t come tell me you’re pro-life

If when they kill us you stay quiet

The talk is straight, few words

Survival, revolution

They’ll try to take my place

But like Rosa Parks, I say: Not today

It’s that today I feel like Babu

Let a racist come one at a time

The pick is my liberation

The afro is the crown that made me a king

Today I feel like Babu

Let a racist come one at a time

Not on the wall, not on the firing line

Free Black Panther, we’re all kings

So give Caesar what is Caesar’s

Give Caesar what is Caesar’s

So give Caesar what is Caesar’s

Give Caesar what is Caesar’s

So give Caesar what is Caesar’s

Give Caesar what is Caesar’s

So give Caesar what is Caesar’s

Give Caesar

I’m not in the ring out of hate

It’s for love, Martin Luther King

The main focus of this resistance

Is not letting hate contaminate me

They never cry over our pain

But always censor our revolt

Whoever turns evil into a boomerang

Can’t complain when it comes back

Fire in the museum, fire in the Pantanal

Fire in the Amazon, and where are the moralists?

Y’all only complain about the level of the fire

When the people shout: Fire on the racists

They criticize “fire on the racists”

Just to shift the focus from the problem

The one who problematizes cares least

About how daily racism burns us

A land that praises meritocracy

Pretends it doesn’t know its past

Says it’s enough to work to be somebody in life

But we only start in nobody mode

Look right into the eyes of a single mother

Who flees hunger and stray bullets

Where are your ten tips to become a millionaire

And the coach speech to win at life?

Without equity there’s no justice

Victim playing is what they’ll say

Pepper in the poor man’s eye doesn’t burn

Unless one day it drips on you

This polarity works for what?

Nobody’s willing to drop the bone

While people argue about the less rotten side

The poor stay at the bottom of the well

It’s Machiavellian, lyrical, warlike

Smooth on the field, Mbappé mode

I’m here to change the score of this game

And to catch me, you’ll have to run

It’s not about winning, it’s about overcoming

The pieces advance without content

And I feel like a kid on this board

Today my fun is knocking everything down

False prophets who quote the Bible

Distilling hate and fueling war

The Devil himself also quoted it

And guess what? He did sh*t

I still seek to be salt and light

I know exactly my mission on Earth

The evangelical caucus isn’t Jesus

So give Caesar what is Caesar’s