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ONLY
GOD CAN JUDGE ME |
Original
title: Só Deus Pode Me Julgar
by MV Bill
Translated by Jana Pietroluongo
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It
will need more to make me pull back
It is not easy to crush my self-esteem
Open eyes fixed on the sky
Asking God what my role is gonna be
Shut up and don’t expose my thoughts
Afraid they could cause embarrassments
Is that what you want? That I turn my back to where I come
from?
To keep my head down and say yes to hypocrisy and demagogy
To give in to the political orgy without ideology
Most people speak about love between two people
I speak about love in a collective sense
Those who don’t feel love for all the Brazilian people
Will never be able to show the real picture of my country
abroad
One of the worst income distributions
Before you die perhaps you’ll understand
I confess that for you it is difficult to get
That in the country of the carnival, people haven’t
got enough to eat
To be an artist, a pop star, doesn’t mean much me
I’m none of this, I’m just another nutter
Claiming justice and racial equality
Black people and poor people are similar but they don’t
have the same rights
It is very easy in the Senate
Those who betray the people simply step down
They are not impeached; they don’t finish their term
In the following elections, they get themselves nominated
again
People without memory, case forgotten
It wasn’t like that with me, I’m still seen
as a criminal
If you want to complain about me, do it!
But you also must talk about soap operas and Van-Dame-films
Who was in Brazil, on the Gugu program
Swung his hips, made a blunder, crouched and showed his
butt
Go back to America and tell Madonna
That here is no censorship and my country is in a mess
There’s no owner, my country is in a coma
Heads up so that truth will finally be heard
I keep my head up!
They can say whatever they want, if you are with me, I’m
ready to go!
United with the scumbags, no reverse gear, no way back!
Only God can judge me, and I have faith!
Soldier of war, in favour of justice
Equality here is fiction
You laugh about my clothes, laugh about my hair
But then you try to copy me, practising my moves in front
of the mirror
Prejudice without awareness is what rots the nation
Sons of disregard even after the abolition
More than 500 years of anguish and suffering
They chained me but not my thoughts
Tell me…who!?
Has got the power…who?!
To condemn…who?!
To censor…someone?!
Then tell me what is more harmful
100 grams of dope or a packet of fags
People revolting or the police raiding the ghetto?
Bill’s music or the next soap opera?
On the screen, permanent damage, in the government, corruption
We enter through the back door
But not our money
…Is it good?…
Only for those who carry out the raids
Stepping on humble people and making our hate grow
MST, CUT, UNE, CUFA, PCC
The world gets organised, each group in their own way
Who is not involved continues to ridicule it
Seeing it all as a joke, … bullshit…
A tantrum from an angry kid
Nobody wants to be a dummy anymore
Nobody wants to be controlled any longer
Watched, programmed, shut up, threatened
If you’re the son of a rich guy, the case is dismissed
We are the ones who are hunted, treated like we’re
on trial
The weapons I use are the microphone, pen, and paper
The posh watch in silence
Hail! Hail! Hail!
Oh, beloved nation, gentle mother
Powerful people from Brazil
That distribute cocaine and rifles to children
Shut me up, censor me because I cannot say anything
Just like the pot calling the kettle black
No investments, forgetting about the people in the ghetto,
thoughts exploding
One more violent man
Who gets a cannon and behaves inconsequently
I take the mike and deliver a powerful speech
That startles you with a brusque attitude
Dignifying and fighting for a fair life
I was transformed into the millennium gangster
Sensationalism here deserves a prize
I had a gun but I’m not from your gang
Who is more criminal? Beira-Mar or Sergio Naya?
Who is going to answer?
Governor, Senator, Mayor, Minister or you?
Who is the hunted and always ends up paying?
Raise your head so it doesn’t get knocked off
I keep my head up!
They can say whatever they want, if you are with me, I’m
ready to go!
United with the scumbags, no reverse gear, no way back!
Only God can judge me, and I have faith!
How can the death of an artist be a tragedy
And the death of millions, only statistics?
A realistic fact from inside Brazil
You cried in the ghetto and nobody saw your suffering
Without day-dreaming reality hurts
Segregation, disregard is what destroys everything
The majority is forgotten in the ghetto
And is even handcuffed, extorted, and murdered
It’s not trendy, those who think disturb
They don’t die from the drugs and aren’t manipulated
They don’t idolise celebrities, they don’t get
involved
Because they follow the ethics of the ghetto
Why does this have to happen? What for? Why?
Are there only blond TV presenters?
In Brazil there are no black people on TV
Soap operas about slavery, the TV likes it
Because it shows black people getting whipped
It confuses the minds of the kids who don’t like schools
And long for an Intra-Tek
Click-cleck, hands up
Before you think about stealing public money
Remember that in your account will be the honour of a man
who is embarrassed
Because he has to see his family hungry
Order and Progress , and forgiveness
In the land where there’s no punishment for the big
thieves
I
keep my head up!
They can say whatever they want, if you are with me, I’m
ready to go!
United with the scumbags, no reverse gear, no way back!
Only God can judge me, and I have faith!
BACK
TO THE TOP
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