Propaganda Lyrics ( English Translation ) – Plutonio

[Intro: Charles Bois Poaty]

There’s no magic spell to get rich, my children
If witchcraft worked, every kimbanda priest would be a billionaire like Bill Gates or Elon Musk
No, it’s all fake
Young people must study, work, build your own path
Create something step by step
There’s no spell for wealth
My children, don’t be fooled by the internet

[Verse]

I started with a gram or two now my hands can’t keep up with demand
Some hung ropes round their necks for gold chains; I walked a tightrope instead
I grew up carrying my ghetto’s weight
My conscience was Levi’s, like denim tough
Serving clients on the porch
Portugal’s full of false propaganda
I had to dream beyond to reach Alentejo
I wasn’t raised in a “vila morena”
Black like my mother the only one in Ribatejo
Loyal to God, I know who protects me
My “skin-colored” pencil was never beige
Twenty-fifth of April [Revolution Day] Now my mind’s free as the bridge over the Tejo
But look beyond the headlines
Most world problems stem from “-isms”
Fascism, inequality, machismo exist
But African women still bleed from racism
Faith in God over fanaticism
From Abraham to Judaism, Christianity, Islam
We’re born sinners but can baptism save us
From the abyss if we keep sinning?

No lyrical wars with me
Easier to see the Third World
Between hoods, it’s gang warfare
But arms dealers teach world wars
Every action sparks reaction
“Discoveries” bred migration
“Go back to your country!” unless your talent reps a nation
Bark all you want the caravan moves on
I circle the globe; some still swear it’s flat
My building reeked of marijuana
Your mouth spews shit you smell like rotting fish
If it’s about money, I’ve got the moves
At the top, the ground shakes
Even my melodies are commitments
But I piss on rappers while not giving a fck

Pay attention to what’s worthless
I manifest work before the party
You won’t be a man without scars
I’ve been napping since Thursday
A modest life, a home in my corner
But not yet I’m Tsubasa on the field
A man of faith, but no saint
When I arrive, men turn on their blinkers (Ya)

Black with money? Annoying.
Yesterday: track star with empty plates (Ya)
Now I’m in the spotlight
Even elites want mulatto babies (Ya)
I needed you just laughed
From zero to 100, you missed it
Talent like mine’s extinct
I’d rather be crazy than sad

Sad like genocide the world ignores
Sad like Palestine history rewritten
Sad like what Nazis did to Jews
Stalin killed triple but sits in museums
Leopold of Congo? Never taught in schools
12 million slaves just Portugal’s share
It’s in books I didn’t write it
Does pain matter if it’s not Europe’s?

In a black-and-white world, my talent contrasts
I age like wine I’m from another caste
Fight to the end principles aren’t enough
God’s child, but life was a stepmother
“They reap what they sow”
I’ll become a tree before I rot in soil
A machine gun in my throat
When it eats, no one dines

There’s always an extra version
Truth? Many cops are still racist
In the hood, I made capital
Just here to change statistics nothing more
Raised on post-colonial trauma
Inherited my ancestors’ pain
‘Til I made front-page news…

[Chorus]

Louis V with denim
Overlooking the Tejo
I see through fake propaganda
Gliding in a GLS
Ignorance doesn’t shock me
Smoke a spliff, stay unbothered
Wear the number ten jersey (x2)

[Outro]

But feel free…
Critique freely…
But speak truth…
Money flows freely…
“They know not what they do…”
Oh my God (x3)
They don’t know what they do…