When beings raise the question
Race, mind, by degradation
Their dialects suggest a zone
They are movements of a nation
Raps and rips, torn clothes
I hear accents, words thrown away
By the streets without an architect
Houses assembled, strange project
On the edge of a mangrove, high in a hill
By the Marquises under the spurs Of the viaduct,
a trip without a safe conduit
It's expensive to pass through this
life that goes wild A life of a dog,
a chorus that beats me
From Porto Alegre to Acre Poverty,
sleep,
the accent
When beings raise the question Race,
mind,
by degradation
Their dialects suggest a zone They are movements of a nation
Raps and rips,
torn clothes I hear accents,
words thrown away
By the streets without an architect Houses assembled,
strange project
On the edge of a mangrove,
high in a hill By the Marquises under the spurs
Of the viaduct,
a trip without a safe conduit It's expensive to pass
through this life that goes wild A life of a dog,
a chorus that beats me From Porto Alegre to Acre Poverty,
sleep,
the accent
From Porto Alegre to Acre Poverty,
sleep,
the accent