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Black Drama

[verse 1: Edi Rock]
Black drama, between the success and the mud
Money, problems, envy, luxury, fame
Black drama, curly hair and the black skin
The scar, the disease, on the pursuit of cure
Black drama, tries to see and doesn't see anything
Besides a star far away, kind of blurred
[he] Feels the drama, the price, the charge
In love, in hate, the insane revenge
Black drama, I know who plots and who is with me
The trauma that I carry to not be one more fucked-up black [man]
The drama of jail and favela
Tomb, blood, siren, cries and candles
Brazil's passenger - São Paulo, agony
Who survive among disorder[1] and cowardice
Peripheries, alleys, tenentements
You must be thinking what do you have to do with it
Since the beginning [in the search of] gold and silver
Look at[2] who dies, so watch out who you kill
Gets the credit the uniform[3] that practices the evil
Seeing poor [people] locked up or dead is already cultural
Stories, records[4], writings
It's not a tale, either a fable, legend or myth
Wasn't it always said that black [people] have no time?[5] So
Look at the castle and it wasn't you who built it, asshole
I'm brother of my battle homies[6]
I was the flesh now I'm the razor itself
'Clink-clink' cheers to me
I'm an example of victories, trajectories and glories
Money takes a man out of misery
But can't take favela inside of him
There are a few who get into the game[7] to win
The soul stores what the mind tries to forget
[I] look back, [I] see the road I walked, a long time ago[8]
Who was side by side and the ones who only were after me[9]
Between the phrases, phases and various stages
Of who is who, the dudes and the weak chicks
Black drama of style
To be [it], if it is, it has to be, if [one] gets scared it's a blunder[10]
Between the trigger and the storm
Always to prove that I'm a man and not a coward
May God keep me [safe], because I know he's not neutral
[he] looks for the rich [people], but loves the ones who came from ghetto
I wear black inside and outside
Warrior, poet between time and memory
In this story I see dollars and various carats
I tell [the] dude to not die and also don't kill
The 'Tik-Tok' doesn't wait, look at the [clock] pointer
This road is venomous and full of mortars
Nightmare? I'ts a compliment
For someone who lives in war, peace has never existed
On the hot weather, my people sweat cold[11]
[I] saw a black [little boy], his notebook was a rifle
 
[interlude: Mano Brown]
Crime, soccer, music, fuck...
I couldn't scape that either
I'm another one
Forrest Gump is grass[12]
I prefer to tell a real story
I'm gonna tell mine...
 
[Verde 2: Mano Brown]
It would be a movie, a black [woman] and a child in [her] arms
Alone in a forest of concrete and steel
See, look one more time to the face in the crowd
The crowd is a faceless and heartless monster
Hey, São Paulo! Skyscrapper land
The drizzle tears the flesh, it's the Babbel's Tower
Brazilian family, two against the world
Single mom of a promising bum
Light, camera, action! The scene goes
A bastard, one more brown[13] fatherless son
Hey, mill owner[14] I know who you are
You can't handle it all alone, you can't handle it all alone, by foot
You said it was good and the favelas heard it
There's also whiskey and Red Bull, Nike sneakers and rifles there
[I] admit, your cars are fine
Yeah, I don't know how to do internet, VHS, pumped-up cars
I'm a bit late, yes, I am, I guess
But see that, your game is dirty and I don't fit in
I'm too much of a problem, from Carnival to Carnival
I'm from the jungle, I'm a lion, I'm too much for your backyard[15]
I have one thousand problems with school, one thousand problems[16]
Unbeliavable, but your son imitates me
Among you all, he's the smartest
Waddles [17] and says slangs 'not slangs, a dialect'[18]
This one isn't yours anymore ... [it] rose
[I] entered by your radio, [I] took it, you didn't even see it
We are 'this', 'that', what? Didn't you say it?
Your son wants to be black, Ha! Ironic
Glue a 2Pac poster there, what about it? What do you say?
Feel the black drama, go ahead, try to be happy
Hey, wealthy dude[19], who did you this good?
What did you give, what do you do, what did you do for me?
I received your tik, I mean your kit
Of open-air sewer and walls made of woods
I didn't die of shame, I'm alright, I'm still here
Not you, you're not going through when the red sea opens
I'm human, tough man, from ghetto, Brown, Obá! [20]
That crazy [man] that can't make a mistake
That one you hate to love in this moment
Brown skin and [I] listen to funk, [I] came from where diamonds came from
From mud, thanks mom, black drama...
 
[Outro: Mano Brown]
Yo... On that time of the wooden homes on the quarry [21]
Where were you all? What did you give to me? What did you do to me?
Now you keep an eye on the money I earn?
Now you keep an eye on the car I drive?
About time [22], I want more, I want even your soul
Yo, Rap made me be what I am
Ice Blue, Edi Rock and KL Jay, and all the family
And all the generation that made rap, the generation that revolucionized
The generation that's gonna revolutionate
90s or 21st Century, that's how it is
Yo, you get out of ghetto but ghetto never leaves you, got it, bro?
You're driving a car, the whole world has an eye on you, got it?
Do you know why? Because of your origins, got it, bro?
That's the way you live, it's black drama
I didn't read it, I didn't watch it
I live the black drama, I am the black drama
I am black drama's product
Yo Lady Ana, I'm speechless, you (Ms.) are a queen, queen
But hey, if [I] have to back to favela, I'll go back with my head raised up
Because that's how it is, reborned from the ashes
Steady and strong, faith warrior
Born bum!
 

Inmate's Diary

São Paulo, october 1st, 1992, 8AM
Here I am, one more day
Under the bloodthirsty glance of the sentinel
You don't know how is it to walk with your head targeted by
a HK
German machine gun or from Israel
It shreds a thief1 like a paper shredder
Standing up, at the wall, just another citizen named José
Working for the Government, a good Cop
He starves, he is a Charles Bronson wannabe
He knows what I wish
Knows what I think
The day is rainy. There's a tense atmosphere
Many people has tried to runaway, I want it too
But in a scale of one to hundred, I have zero chance
I wonder if God heard my pray
I wonder if the court accepted my appeal
I send a message to my brother:
'If you're taking drugs, you're screwed on my hand.'
He stills with that chick
You bet, that brat is a swell guy
I take out one more day or one less day, I don't know
Whatever, the days are all the same
I light up a smoke, I see the day passing by
I kill time so it won't kill me
Man is man, woman is woman
But rapist is different, isn't it?
(The rapist) Is punched all the time, kneel down and kiss feet,
and bleeds to the death on the Street 10
Every inmate has a mother, a belief
Every crime has a sentence
Every sentence has a reason, a story of teardrop,
blood, lives and glories, neglect, misery, hatred,
sorrow, scorn, delusion and degeneracy
Mix right this chemistry
It's ready: there's a new inmate
Lamentations in the hall, in the jail cell, in the courtyard
Around the sports court, everywhere
But I know the system, bro, huh...
There's no Saint here
Ratatata... I need to prevent
some bastard from making my mom cry2
My word of honor protects me
while I'm living in the beige3 pants land
Tic, tac, it's still 9h40
The prison clock paces in slow motion
Ratatata, another subway will pass
Carrying good, hurried, catholic people
Reading the newspaper, pleased, hypocritical
With anger inside, on their way to Centro
Looking at here, they're curious, of course
No, no, it's not, it's not the Zoo
My life doesn't have so much value
as your cell phone, your computer
Today, it's hard, the sun didn't show up
Today isn't the visitor's day, or the soccer's day
Some mates have a mind weaker than others
They don't endure the boredom, they get into a mess
Thanks to God and to Virgin Mary
there's only a year, three months and some days left
Up there is a closed cell
Nobody has opened it since last Tuesday
It has just the death and disinfectant smell
An inmate hanged himself using the bed sheet
Who's him? Who knows about it? Don't tell it
They would remove six more from side to side
Nothing get a man sicker
than the family abandonment
Hey, man, tell me: what do you want?
There's an empty space waiting for you
Grab all your imported goods
Your crime curriculum and wipe your ass
The crime life don't give you a future
Your face turns white at this side of the wall
Have you ever heard about Lucifer?
Who came from the hell with deference
One day... in Carandiru, no... he's just like any other
Eating musty food with pneumonia...
Here's bros from Osasco, Jardim D'Abril, Perelheiros,
Mogi, Jardim Brasil, Bela Vista, Jardim Angela,
Heliópolis, Itapevi, Paraisópolis.4
Thieves who are also friendly gets respect in the slums
But for the Government they're just numbers, nothing more
Nine pavilions, seven thousand men
They costs three hundred reais5 per month, each of them
On the last visit, Neguinho came here
He brought some fruits, Marlboro, Free...
He said that the swindler of my zone is back
With a red Kadett, plate from Salvador
Pretending to be good-looking, he curses, he abuses
with a nine-milimiter under his shirt
Brown: 'Hey, Neguinho, comes here, where's our bros?
Do you remeber about that dumb guy who tried to kill me?'
Blue: 'That son of a bitch6, scammer, cuckold.
He used to get high and let his girl all by herself.
She was virgin and under age.
Now she does blowjobs in exchange for snow!'
Brown: 'These chats bothers me.
If I was free it would be a crap...'
Blue: 'Yeah, the world goes round, someday he will be here.'
Brown: 'No, soon, soon, my process will be end.
I want to change, I want to go out.
If I bump into this 'so-and-so', nothing will stop me7!
I will be signing the 'one hundred and twenty one'.8'
October 2nd, the sun is shining
Everything is working well, everything is crystal-clear
In the middle of the night I felt chills in my body
It was not because of the wind, it was not because of the cold
Settling of scores happens every day
It would happen again soon, I knew it
Every prisoner try to be loyal
To get peace violently
If a scoundrel mess with someone,
he will have as many stitches as Frankenstein's face
Smoke by the window, there's fire in the cell
Now it's really screwed up, it has gone too far, and they probably have hostages
Most of them, just let themselves get involved
by five or six who have nothing to lose
Two thieves friends of mine started to argue
But they didn't imagine what's coming
Drug dealers, homicidal men, men who committed stelionate
A lot of primary defendant brats
That's the rift wanted by the system
Tell the IML9, the big day has arrived
It depends on the yes or no of only one man
Who prefers to be neutral on the phone
Ratatata, caviar and champagne.
Fleury went to lunch, fuck off, mom!10
Killer dogs, tear gas...
Who kill more thief earn more medals as a prize!
In Brazil human beings are disposable
Like an used OB or steel wool
Prison? Of course that's not the system fault
Let's hide what the soap-operas don't tell
Ratatata! The blood gushes like water
From ear, mouth and nose
You are my shepherd...
Forgive my son for what he did
He died facing down at the psalm 23,
without priest, without news reporter,
without gun, without help
Now he will get HIV on the dog's mouth11
Dead bodies on the well, in the inner yard
Adolf Hitler smiles in hell!
The government's Robocop is cold, has no pity
Just has hatred and laughs like a hyena
Ratatata, Fleury and his gang
will swim on a blood pool
But who will believe on my testimony?
October 3rd, inmate's diary.
 

• 1. Even if it says thief, it implies all type of criminals.
• 2. He needs to avoid his own death inside the prison.
• 3. The color of the prison uniform.
• 4. Cities of São Paulo with a high level of violence.
• 5. Official currency of Brazil.
• 6. In original: 'fuck duck', I'm not sure what it means, but it's probably just a cursing.
• 7. In original: 'there's no pa, there's no pum', 'pa' and 'pum' are random onomatopoeias.
• 8. The article 121 of brazilian law is about homicides.
• 9. IML stands for Instituto Médico Legal (Institute of Medico-Legal Autopsy).
• 10. Now he's giving up of trying to stay alive.
• 11. Dog is an euphemism for devil.