THE REVOLUTION IS ALREADY HERE

[Intro – spoken word] The cameras are pointed at the wrong explosions. They film the war, but not the therapy session. They film the riot, but not the couple learning to say “no” and “yes” with the same honesty. They film the algorithm, but not the moment you drop your phone and finally feel your lungs. The revolution is not a season on your favorite platform. It’s already here. Inside the tiny decisions your body makes when nobody is watching. [Verse 1 – drill / expérimental] I don’t wait for a leader, I just switch my pace Turn my trauma into rhythm, put the shame on bass From Berlin to Baile, cada barrio, jeder Block We decode the propaganda with a body shock They want us half-dead, doomscroll on the couch But my crew breathes deep, let the fear say “ouch” We don’t pray to the market, we don’t trust that god We invest in the hugs, in the fucked-up squad Eu danço com meus ghosts, I forgive, I bite Turn sex into care, turn guilt into light No banner, no party, just consent in the room This is Reggaeton de cura, Gqom doom-bloom [Pre-Chorus] You won’t see it on the screen when the loop breaks open When a man drops pride, when a girl stops hopin’ In a prince, in a script, in a happily-never We rewrite the scene, pen made of “now or never” [Chorus – baile funk / reggaeton chant] La revolución tá aqui, no feed, no show En el pecho, in der Straße, in the afterglow Turn up the bass, turn off the fear The revolution is a body saying: “I’m still here” Ey, tá no corpo, pas à la télé Quem sente o groove já começou a changer From the favela to the Späti down the street The revolution walks bare feet on concrete [Verse 2 – rap] They sell rebels in capsules, in couture, in ads But our uprising is messy, full of crying dads Who stop hitting the bottle, start holding their kids Who learn “I was wrong” instead of running and hid We got witches on WhatsApp, therapists on decks We got trans girls as prophets, we got love with specs No binary savior, juste des cœurs cabossés Qui refusent la fatigue d’être désensensibilisés Every “no” that we say to a dead-end job Every “yes” to a nap instead of joining the mob Every couple in Berlin that renegotiates touch Is a bigger explosion than the news can clutch [Chorus – baile funk / reggaeton] La revolución tá aqui, no feed, no show En el pecho, in der Straße, in the afterglow Turn up the bass, turn off the fear The revolution is a body saying: “I’m still here” Ey, tá no corpo, pas à la télé Quem sente o groove já começou a changer From the favela to the Späti down the street The revolution walks bare feet on concrete [Bridge – spoken word] Forget the countdown, the Big Event, the red button. Revolution is not a trailer, it’s a texture. It sounds like a father apologizing. It smells like sweat in a queer club where nobody is hunted. It looks like friends sharing bills instead of flexing debt. It feels like your heartbeat when you finally stop running from yourself. [Break – chuchoté / gqom] Off the grid, on the skin Less perform, more begin Off the script, on the breath Little deaths killing death [Final Chorus – plus intense] La revolución tá aqui, no feed, no show En el pecho, in der Straße, in the afterglow Turn up the bass, turn off the fear The revolution is a body saying: “I’m still here” Ey, tá no corpo, pas à la télé Quem ama de verdade já começou a lutter From the favela to the rooftops, crystal clear The revolution will not be televised, it’s already here.