Black drama, between the success and mud
Money, problems, envy, luxury, fame
Black drama, afro hair and dark skin
The wound, the sore, in search for a cure

Black drama, tries to see, but sees nothing
Besides a star far away, kinda blurred
Feels the drama, the price, the demands
In love, in hate, the insane vengeance

Black drama, I know who conspires and who's with me
The scars I carry to not be another fucked up nigga
The drama of prision and favela
Grave, blood, siren, cries and candles

Passenger of Brazil, São Paulo, agony
Who survives through mess and cowardice
Ghettos, alleys, slums
You must be thinking: What do you have to do with this?

Since the beginning for gold and silver
Look who dies, then see who kills
Receives the merit, the uniform that do the evil
To se me poor, imprisoned or dead is already cultural

Histories, records and written
It's not a tale, fable, legend, or myth
Hasn’t ever been said that black people don’t stand a chance?
Then, look at the castle, it wasn't you who built it, asshole

I am a brother of my battle’s fellows
I was the flesh, now I am the razor
Cheers, a toast to me
I am an example of victories, journeys, and glories

Money takes the man out of the poverty
But it can't take the favela inside of him
There are just few who get into the battlefield to win
The soul keeps what the mind tries to forget

I look back and see the road that I’ve traveled into (a long time)
Who stood side by side and who was just a leech
Between phrases, phases, and many stages
Of who's who, of the weak men and women

Stylish black drama to be
If you are you have to be, if you hesitate you fail
Between trigger and storm
Always proving that I am a man, not a coward

May God protect me because I know he isn’t neutral
Watches over the rich, but loves the ones that come from ghetto
I wear black inside and out
Warrior, poet, between time and memory

Now, in this history I see dollars and various carats
I tell my bro: Don’t die but also don’t kill
The tik-tok doesn’t wait, look at the clock
This road is poisonous and full of mortars

Nightmare is a compliment
For those who live in the war, the peace has never existed
In a warm weather, my people sweats cold
I saw a black kid, his notebook was a rifle
A rifle

Black drama

Crime, soccer, music, damn
I also couldn't escape from that
I'm just one more
Forrest Gump is nothing
I prefer to tell a real story
I'll tell mine

It would be a great movie
A black woman holding a kid on her arms
Alone in the forest of concrete and steel
See, look again at the face in the crowd
The crowd is faceless and heartless monster

Hey, São Paulo, land of skyscrapers
The haze rips the flesh, it's the Babel Tower
Brazilian family, two against the world
Single mother of a promising gangsta

Lights, camera, action, recording the scene keeps going on
A bastard, another mixed fatherless son
Hey, planter, I know who you are
Alone, you can't handle it, alone you can't walk in

You said you were good, the favela listened to
There’s also whisky, Red Bull, Nike sneakers and rifles
I admit, your cars are beautiful
Yeah, I don't know how to do
Internet, VHS, the fancy cars

Yeah, I'm a bit late
I guess
But your game is dirty and I don't fit in
I'm a big issue, from Carnival to Carnival
I came from the jungle, I am a lion, I am too much for you to handle

Problems with school, I have a thousand
It’s unbelievable, but your children imitates me
Among you he is the smartest
Swings and speaks slangs, not slangs, dialect

This one is not yours anymore, oh, you lost him
I entered through your radio, took it, you didn't even see
We are this or that, what? Wasn’t you saying it?
Your son wants to be black, ha, what an irony

Sticks 2Pac's poster, how about that? What you say?
Feel the black drama, go on, try to be happy
Hey dude, who made you that good?
What did you give, what do you do, what have you done for me?

I received your ticket, I mean kit
Of open-air sewer and plywood wall
I wasn’t killed by shame, I'm alive, here I am
You, no, you shall not pass when the Red Sea opens

I am Mano tough man, from the ghetto Brown, woohoo
That crazy one who can't make mistakes
The one that you hate to love at this moment
Mixed skin, I listen to funk
And where do the diamonds came from? From the mud
Thanks, mom, black drama
Drama, drama, drama

Hey, during the stunts era in Pedreira, where were you guys?
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’s okay, 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 does rap
The generation that revolutionized, the generation that will revolutionize
90s, 21st Century, it's like this

Hey, you leave the ghetto, but the ghetto never leaves you, got it bro?
You're driving a car
The whole world is watching you, got it?
You know why? Because of your origin, got it bro?
This is how you live, it's the black drama
I didn't read, I didn't watch
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 favela
I will return with my head up
Because that's how it is
Rising from the ashes
Strong and firm, warrior of faith

Natural thug!