Sapiens

Us sapiens all coming from one mother
With the silkiest skin and you rather
Shoot the ancestors that you deny to connect to
Deny where you come from

With the smoothest touch
Straight from Mother Earth Herfelf
And dare to lay your bloody hands
On her sons who are born with wealth

Likely to survive deceases you can catch
With the bulletproof soul we conduct since birth
With the rhythm from Iemanjá
Why are we dead, the question goes north

What a filthy time
Glowing with hope
Wakе up the people
It is a wound wе can’t cope