Ela É Favela

Cat in the streetlight
Moves with precision
It's a corner run from our home
Through the alleys with no way out
Don't play soft, Cojaque, just stay
Better stick to that
Deserved the spotlight
From those who greet you on horseback
Futuristic, don’t snoop, don’t gossip
You don’t find anything about her, sweet favela
Every step on the stairs, those who know, know
Sky above is getting closer
Iron favela, it hits you with water
Your pain, a lagoon of tears
Think a bit, get excited, sweet
Keep thinking about the girl
Anyone who can add up
Maybe come donate dollars
She is the favela, whoever wants to give

She is the favela

Noble, not aristocratic
Even on asphalt, she’s earthy
Self-rescuing
Creek carries everything that’s no longer useful
The blurry part is that sometimes it comes back
Brings to the surface the stains of others
Gave the quota to those without escort
Far from listening, the black folks are sharp
Kind of already knows where it’s gonna end
Wooden favela counts on hands
Has someone to trust, but it takes time
No reason for it not to be this way
Doesn’t care about the gossip, just the kid’s feet
So it doesn’t get, maybe, the favela’s slyness
You can look, fear to face
Remember, everything here is heads or tails
Ready not to unlove
Favela doesn’t complain for nothing

She is favela, favela
Your kite lands in the heart
It’s her
Who doesn’t steal my vibe makes a hurricane
Favela

Makes a hurricane
Makes a hurricane
Makes a hurricane