Boa Esperança [English translation]

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