Favela

I understand this complex world
Slum is my root
Directionless, clueless, senseless
And still happy
Not always human evil
Is in those who carry a rifle
There are people in suits and ties
Killing Brazil

Slum, oh
Slum that saw me born
I open my chest
And sing the love for you
Slum, oh
Slum that saw me born
Only those who know you from the inside
Can understand you

The people who climb the hill
Help in collective work
Share the leftovers from the market
And divide the bread
How come these good people
Are seen as criminals
I think society
Is seeing wrong