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The Rappa
Miscellaneous
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If they are Exú
I am Yemanjá
If they kill animals
I I take a bath in the sea
With my body closed
No one will catch me
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On the hot plate
I'm more like Jorge Bem
Playing loudly on my walkman
Waiting for next year's carnival
I don't know if the year will be bad
Or if it will be of good
What keeps you, the law of men
What keeps me, the law of God
I won't give up black mythology
To say, I don't I look like you
There's an office on the corner of the future
With offerings stamped every day
I'll arrive, ask to thank you
For a man's victory
Sometimes he hides in a strong gesture
That only he can see
I am a warrior, I am a worker
And every day I will face it
With faith in God and in the battle
br/>I hope to be far away
When the squeegee passes