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1920, the dry law falls upon the country,
America thirsts, but glasses are banned.
In the streets of Chicago, under the neon lights of Harlem,
Contempt watches us, but we play our own tune.
They wanted to leave us the crumbs and the dust,
But we found the key behind the back door.
Racism blocks the hall, we go through the alley,
We transform lead into eternal intoxication.
We break the chains with silver bottles,
Rich in the shadows, kings of a demanding world.
No need for their banks, we have our own vaults,
The ghetto lights up when destiny offers us
Silk on our backs and diamonds on our fingers,
Yesterday in the mud, today we make the
Jazz rumbles in the basement, the smoke is thick,
We sell pure dreams while hatred hurries on.
The cops get their cut, turn a blind eye to the stash,
While towers are built on top of the block.
From the Cotton Club to the dark streets of Detroit,
The Black man grows rich, he walks the straight path
In a twisted world that refuses to see him,
He writes his empire in the ink of despair.
They called us "boy," we answer with millions,
We traded rags for the finest jackets.
Danger is everywhere, the militia and the gangs,
But we always survive, with fire on our tongues.
Wealth is a weapon, elegance a shield,
In this white America, we will no longer forget ourselves.
When the curtain falls and alcohol becomes legal,
They'll try to take our place on the pedestal.
But the foundations are there, the concrete is sealed,
The black money has shone, it can no longer be stolen.
From forgotten neighborhoods to luxury villas,
We survived the worst, we tamed the flow.
Yesterday slaves, today captains,
We drank victory to forget our chains.
We break the chains with bottles of silver,
Rich in the shadows, kings of a demanding world.
No need for their banks, we have our own vaults,
The ghetto lights up when destiny offers us
Silk on our backs and diamonds on our fingers,
Yesterday in the mud, today we make the law
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