Rakim was a calm kid
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full of complexes
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If he thought so thin that, huh, he weighed grams, not kilos
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He wanted to be the same height as his cousins
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Who knows, it might help with self-esteem
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Clear how shy he was
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Rap shirt or team shirt
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Joker, day by day I saw my—
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No, his appearance and condition become a joke
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Pamphlet helped to get a Jeep
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And he didn't take one with anyone
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At school, in the classroom
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It doesn't count; |
nobody there talks about aura
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He wanted to be chosen as the most beautiful, but, for him, no one voted in the ballot box
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And he was in the class where each student
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Didn't care how much he liked Bruna
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That some joked: «the Akuma!»
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«Come on, Nikitos cookie drawing!»
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I never bought bullshit so well
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And I thought about earning a cash in the scream
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For my sisters and her, because she is black, too
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And it's because of them that she doesn't think I'm handsome
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He remembered all of this today when he entered the college bathroom
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And see what was written on the door
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You want the world for yourself, while I want something for myself
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Something that was stolen by you, something that will change the end |
You want the world for yourself and no matter how much it costs
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Or how many lives they cost, or whatever it feels like to be
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Oh, oh, oh…
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Oh! |
I am going to kill one today
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On second thought, I'm going to kill a lot!
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But you're going to heaven, right? |
be able to live
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Guys, who is this guy? |
Let's celebrate!
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Waiter, can you go down more Bacardi
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It's a glass for Cocielo and another for Day McCarthy
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Beautiful, just don't mind the taste of poison, okay?
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Oops, it's too late!
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Our equity lives in bed, you live in a building
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Expensive apartment, the letter comes with a car
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College pays, cost of living is high, I didn't even have an average
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«But, ah, the quotas—»
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Hey, donkey, that's a right, not a privilege!
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«Man, think about God, remember the Bible
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So much so that the psalm, the psalm says—»
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Shut up while I'm calm!
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It's today that I set you on fire
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I'm a sufferer, I hate you all
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And of crimes, they're going to have to put my name at the top of the list
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That I am fire on the track, and on a Nazi logo
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In this classist game, of this racist people
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Ahhh! |
And that Globo assist me!
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You want the world for yourself, while I want something for myself |
Something that was stolen by you, something that will change the end
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You want the world for yourself and no matter how much it costs
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Or how many lives they cost, or whatever it feels like to be
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Oh, oh, oh…
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Then, call the press and I'll see myself
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Go in shooting, go in taking out the pseudo-Hitlers
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So who is the monkey? |
Who's coming from safari, bro?
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«calm down, bro—»
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«Brother?» |
'Are you pampering me?!
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So he sings: «Pode Ser», by Pedro Mariano?
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No, it cannot be, it would be a lightening black
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You are the typical good person, but you love to make fun of black people
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And even some rap now
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Speak to «nigga», then take me to your leader
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My sisters are not your niggers, I'm not your nigger!
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Today I am a hero, above, ultra, hyper, but
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I entered in a hurry and forgot the peace outside!
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So, this is for everyone who made fun of me
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"Think of your parents..."
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Screw this! |
I'll give you five—
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By the way, one minute for you to shut up
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Before someone blows up here
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Ah, forgive the lack of etiquette and politeness
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That comes from the cradle, not from the letter
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«B-m-but…» There are no «buts», don’t try your luck, don’t get involved |
If you never cried for the death of black people
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And you don't know what it's like to be born and having a cradle
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It is inconceivable, like Machado de Assis not having a verse
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Or die trying to prove you're just as human as
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Tell me more about reverse racism |