Emicida - Boa Esperança versuri traducere în engleză

Good Hope

J. Guetto
As much as you run, brother
Nobody cares about your war
That is the truth
Have you seen them crying for the color of the orisha?
What about the police van, what are they?
Slave ships resuming trade
Slums are still slave quarters, yo
Time bombs about to explode
 
The sea was salted by black people's tears
Straight talk, like skeletons, from another dialect
Only foes, living like insects, in the dirt
Restitution? To be tagged as pariahs
Homeless nation, Angola, Keto, Congo, Soweto
Same color as Eto’o's, the majority in the ghettos
Monster kidnapping, pick up skins, abduct them
Violence adapted, one day it comes back to you
Like concentration camps, tears in vain
Decent living wanted, a stigma, resentment
Work makes you free, or not
The nazis nearly swept up the jews with that sentence - extinction
Depression on deck
Being screwed and having to smile for too long
Like Jack-ass, a Loch Ness-like mystery, I mean it
The theme of the university you can't set foot on
You know, I know
That even Bin Laden is made in USA
Crazy times where KKK wears Obey (word!)
Just take a look, I told you so
In this annoying equation, police kills - Plow!
Will the doctor save him? No! Why not? He has the color of a thief
Contempt invention, malicious intent,
Mind-blowing inversion, distorted by the news
My blood in the hands of the Christian radicals
Transcendental question, doesn’t clash with the opinion
Silence and face to the floor, heard about it?
Can harassment be forgotten? So much aggression drives you mad
The tabloid wins, with mourning and audience
Healing poor education with a license to kill
You'll read about it in the cyber era
The books that have stolen our past like Alzheimer's, you’ll see
That I do it like in Burkina Faso
We want to own the circus
We’re tired of being clowns
It’s like Moses and the Hebrews, stepping into the dark
Where is up to the enemy to define what's offensive
(That's crazy, yo)
As vengeful as water and sodium
Keep watching without custody
And wait for what’s coming up next
You say we have big cocks
Just wait until you see our rage
 
J. Guetto
As much as you run, brother
Nobody cares about your war
That is the truth
Have you seen them crying for the color of the orisha?
What about the police van, what are they?
Slave ships resuming trade
Slums are still slave quarters, yo
Time bombs about to explode
 


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