Favela Vive (feat. Sant, Raillow e Froid)

[DK]
Terror of the ball in school, the cause of confusion
Intelligent, problematic, the best in writing
Dropped out of school attracted by marijuana and graffiti
To make art, he mixed paint and destruction
Every year is the same and everyone wants new sneakers for Christmas
Good favela resident, anxious waiting for carnival
Cidinho and Doca were cool, the funk ball was the leisure
With the best clothes we had
Kissing young girls at the matinee
The kids from the bridge fighting with Colt
And I always in the middle of all the mess
Bold little one, walked with the hustlers
Who exchanged at the corridor ball
It was just the kids from the hill, thinking they know everything
Dragging Kenner, all in Cyclone
At the time, the trend was to walk in velvet
When I saw the Opalas, with chrome wheels
The trunks closed on the speaker
Lots of cachaça and all the loose women
Losing their panties just for the drug dealer
I put my face knowing the chance was 1 in 100
Because the life we lead is the life we have

[Sant]
Society, the problem is essential
And if no one is going to be good
Well, let's try to be less bad
It's like Miséria do Inquérito, welcome to America
Search in the semi-automatic, peripheral sight
Who let the dogs out? Now there's no right food
Emptiness embraces with 6 arms, it's the tight good day
Ghost, even knows what shadows are, Elis
They are not like their parents anymore
How much sweat and blood build new Brazils?
8,000 days on Earth and still haven't found a reason
Not every smile is happy, not every cry is sad
Not every longing is bad, not every faith persists
It's been a while since I prayed
Every day I cry
And the silence of the good side doesn't guarantee it doesn't exist
They didn't believe in who we are, they believed where we are
We have to win and that's why we fight
Many forget, but not everything is irrelevant
Because the life we have is the life that leads us to chaos
Let's adapt, peace so relative no longer inspires us
Down here, there's hardly any light in how we are
Indeed, the world is a place we've never been

[Raillow]
And even if you appear painted in gold in front of me
I'll sell you at the next corner
The street teaches, cold heart, open your eyes, the bible
If the word is worth it, believe, alpha truth
And I sold my soul for my reasons
My doctrines, my clauses
Check, Rafa, it's going to be all or nothing
So, if you close your mouth, your chest speaks
Responsibility for the scene, like, if we die, Froid saves
Agreed? I'm back in the same mistake
So let's go, politicize much more than just cursing the government
Homeland in the heart, inside out green and yellow
Listen to your voice, I know all your secrets
The children went to play at living, but living had a price
Parents tried to save the family
Problems with the street, economy upside down
Discussions around the city, I'm too sober for this
And I offered the world, she said: I won't give up
I wanted everything and I always fought for everything I have
And I turned the world into a hell of ice
The angels told me to do whatever I want
The walls listen and the truth is just the beginning
The people don't fight, oppression is with the ghetto
In the middle of the jungle, another scene
Another street and the same suspect
Olympics are for whom, buddy?
If schools don't encourage sports
Respect for black or white

[Froid]
Buying from Colombia to buy a gold chain
Honor medal for killing others' sons
I'm an only child, I'm with my mother on the road
Responsibility for these musicians like
If I die, my mother will kill me
In BSB, my friends are upset
Because I had never walked so silver
I want to say it's not so chewed up
But for the ideas that will change the world, there's space
Dunkin' Donuts coffee
Happy as a McDonald's Happy Meal
I watch Donald Trump, but I hate Donald Trump
I also don't read Hamlet, or Shakespeare, oh, I had a childhood
Register the occurrence there, if you see the neighbor calling
The police calls the ambulance
Chameleon adapted to fluency
I write another letter on the moving truck

[Lord]
The favela still lives, in the face of crime
Where one is born a child without a father
If killed, where does he fall? If he grows up, where does he go?
Who knows, without eating to not become a child, to become terrible
The guys only have new releases, they have the weapons
A thousand real Mizuno on their feet
They die in violent combat, a bloody movie
Where the villain, you know who it is
It's not poor, studies abroad, kills with drugs
Paid college, whiskey on the edge of the shore
Never walked alone, never fought for space outside
Never been in the sights of life's gun
Or the cops' .40
Don't learn the lesson that says
Not to be just a Veloster playboy
To be, not just to have, learn to have character
And know that the powder you snort
Funds berettas and ammunition that turns black people into sieves
Turns heroes into villains
Your frenetic rhythm, vodka and synthetic
Orders to fill Dalilas around
The choir is eating in the night
The gang is passing by the dance
Favela lives!