With the faith of someone watching the scene from the bench
Of the goal we needed most hitting the post
The happiness of the white man is full
On foot, trail on fire and slope, what a pity
If even to dream there are obstacles
The happiness of the white man is full
The happiness of the black man is almost

I looked in the mirror, Icarus stared at me
"Be careful, don't fly too close to the sun
They can't stand to see you free, imagine seeing you as a king"
The vulture wants to see you in handcuffs to say
"Oh, didn't I tell you?"

In the end, it's all
Ismalia, Ismalia
Ismalia, Ismalia
Ismalia, Ismalia
Wanted to touch the sky, but ended up on the ground
Ismalia, Ismalia
Ismalia, Ismalia
Ismalia, Ismalia
Wanted to touch the sky, but ended up on the ground

She wanted to be called a brunette
That this camouflages the abyss between her and full humanity
The anger inflates, think about this scheme
The filthy idea, everything floods
The deep pain is that everyone is kind of a theme
Shitty little country, the media likes it
Left the flaw and wants crumbs from those who run with exposed fractures
Stabbed in the back
Quartered by the imposed tax
And as an analgesic we post that
One day it will be according to us
That a diploma is a manumission
My color is not uniform
Hashtags #BlackOnTop, bravo
80 shots remind you that there is white skin and target skin
Who shot was wearing a uniform (once again)
Who accused you wasn't even there (bunch of pig spirits)
It's because a dead black body is like the hit of the charts
Everyone sees it, but this shit doesn't say anything

I looked in the mirror, Icarus stared at me
"Be careful, don't fly too close to the sun
They can't stand to see you free, imagine seeing you as a king"
The vulture wants to see you drugged to say
"Oh, didn't I tell you?"

In the end, it's all
Ismalia, Ismalia
Ismalia, Ismalia
Ismalia, Ismalia
Wanted to touch the sky, but ended up on the ground
Having dark skin is being
Ismalia, Ismalia
Ismalia, Ismalia
Ismalia, Ismalia
Wanted to touch the sky, but ended up on the ground
(Ended up on the ground)

First you kidnap them, rob them, lie about them
Deny their god, offend, separate them
If any dream dares to run, you stop it
And you have them debate with the bullet that pierces them, bro
Unfortunately where the sun feels hottest
The seal is still present only in the coffin of teenagers
Wanted to be a star and became a medal on a boor
That coincidentally has the color that killed your ancestor
A first salary
Two police uniforms
Three in the back seat
The color of the four Rationals
Five interrupted lives
Golden and bronze boys
Shots and shots and shots
The boy took 111
Who shot was wearing a uniform (Ismalia)
Who accused you wasn't even there
It's the disunity of the blacks together with the sagacious vision
Of those who have everything, except color, where color matters too much

"When Ismalia went mad
She stood in the tower to dream
She saw a moon in the sky
She saw another moon in the sea
In the dream in which she lost herself

She bathed herself in moonlight
She wanted to ascend to heaven
She wanted to descend to the sea
And in her delirium
In the tower, she began to sing
She was close to heaven
She was far from the sea
And like an angel
She spread her wings to fly

She wanted the moon in the sky
She wanted the moon in the sea
The wings that God gave her
Flapped from side to side
Her soul ascended to heaven
Her body descended to the sea"

I looked in the mirror, Icarus stared at me
"Be careful, don't fly too close to the sun
They can't stand to see you free, imagine seeing you as a king"
The vulture wants to see you drugged to say
"Oh, didn't I tell you?"

In the end, it's all
Ismalia, Ismalia
Ismalia, Ismalia
Ismalia, Ismalia
Wanted to touch the sky, but ended up on the ground
Having dark skin is being
Ismalia, Ismalia
Ismalia, Ismalia
Ismalia, Ismalia
Wanted to touch the sky, but ended up on the ground

Municipal Theater
This is my friend Jamah

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