Só Deus Pode Me Julgar

Only God Can Judge Me

It will take much more to make me back down
My self-esteem is not easy to lower
Eyes open fixed on the sky
Asking God, what will be my role?

Close my mouth and not expose my thoughts
Afraid they might cause embarrassment?
Is that it? Not fulfilling commitment
Lowering my head and remaining silent?
Hypocrisy, demagogy surrender to orgy

Without ideology
Most speak of love in the singular
If I speak of love, it's in an unpopular way
Who has no love for the Brazilian people
Does not represent me here or abroad
One of the worst income distributions
Before you die, maybe you'll understand
I confess to you it's hard to understand
In the country of carnival, people don't even have food to eat
Being a pop star artist is not enough for me
I'm not any of that, I'm just another crazy one
Calling for justice and racial equality

Black, poor are similar, but not the same
It's natural what they do in the senate
Who deceives the people simply resigns from office
Not impeached, gives up their mandate
In the next elections, shows their face as a candidate
People with no memory, forgotten case
It wasn't like that with me, I was labeled as a criminal
If you want to complain about me, go ahead
But talk about soap operas and Van Damme movies
Who was in Brazil, on Gugu's show
Shook it, messed up, squatted and showed their ass
Go back to America and tell Madonna
That there's no censorship here, my country is a mess
It has no owner, no lady, our people are in a coma
Lift your head, the truth comes to light

Yes, I keep my head up
Say what you want, come on, it's already done
Together with the rabble, without reversing
Only God can judge me, that's why I go in faith

Soldier of the war in favor of justice
Equality around here is fictional
You laugh at my clothes, laugh at my hair
But try to imitate me looking in the mirror
Prejudice without concept that rots the nation
Children of neglect even post-abolition
More than 500 years of anguish and suffering
They chained me, but not my thoughts
Tell me who (who?)
Has the power (who?)
To condemn (who?)
To censor (someone)
Then tell me what causes more damage
100 grams of marijuana or a pack of cigarettes?
Rebellious people or police in the favela?
Bill's music or the next soap opera?

On screen, sequel, corruption in power
We enter through the service entrance
Our money doesn't
Just good for those who order to beat
Stepping on the humble and making our gang grow
(CV) MST, CUT, UNE, CUFA (PCC)
The world organizes itself, each in their own way
They keep mocking
Seeing it as a joke (nonsense)
Thing of a rebellious kid
No one wants to be a puppet anymore
No one wants to be controlled
Watched, programmed, silenced, threatened
If you're a rich kid, the case is hushed up
We are the ones hunted, treated as guilty
The weapons I use are microphone, pen, and paper
The socialite watches everything in silence
Hail! Hail! Hail!
Oh! Beloved homeland, gentle mother
Powerful people of Brazil
Who distribute cocaine and rifles to children
Silence me, censor me because you can't say anything
It's like the dirty tail talking about the unwashed butt
Without investment, in oblivion, thought explodes
Another violent man
Who grabs the cannon and acts recklessly
I grab the microphone with a strong speech
(That scares you)
A brusque attitude
Dignifying and fighting for a fair life
I was turned into the criminal of the millennium
Sensationalism here deserves an award
I was armed, but I'm not like you
Who's the bigger criminal: Beira-Mar or Sérgio Naya?
Who will answer
Governor, senator, mayor, minister, or you?
Who is hunted and always takes the blame
Raise your head so you won't be beheaded

Yes, I keep my head up
Say what you want, come on, it's already done
Together with the rabble, without reversing
Only God can judge me, that's why I go in faith

How can the death of an artist be a tragedy?
And the death of millions, just a statistic?
Realistic fact from within Brazil
You who cried in the ghetto, no one saw you
Without fantasizing, reality hurts
Segregation, belittlement is what destroys
Most are forgotten in the shack
Still handcuffed, extorted, and murdered
It's not a trend, those who think bother
Don't die from drugs, don't become a pawn
Don't idolize me, TV rich kid
Don't get involved because you have to act
Why? Why?
There's only a blonde paquita
There's no black presenter here
Slave soap opera, the channel likes it
Shows blacks whipped on the back
Confuses the mind of a kid who doesn't like school
And admires an intratec, click-clack, hand on the head
When stealing public money
Make sure not to forget
That in your account lies the honor of a man ashamed
To see his family starving
Order and progress and forgiveness
In the land where those who steal a lot go unpunished

Yes, I keep my head up
Say what you want, come on, it's already done
Together with the rabble, without reversing
Only God can judge me, that's why I go in faith