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If You Don't Warn, Trouble Comes
The good blood said to tell you
If you slip up with the cops, friendship, trouble comes
The good blood said to tell you, friendship, friendship, trouble comes!
The hustler won a bike, a box of fireworks, and a spool of thread
Also a kite, also a kite
He flew it high to warn the crowd that the cops were coming
And the kids who don't mess up felt the warning and didn't hesitate
because every favela has its passage and without snitching no one ever danced
no one ever danced... it's gonna happen!
There will be kites, rockets, and mortars
There will be kites, rockets, and mortars
Because in the favela the lookout is cool, smart, sly, and doesn't turn a blind eye
Even the gangster's woman, when the heat is on, holds the fort and denies,
holds the fort and denies
And that's why your commitment is not to be silent and pay attention
Because if you mess up with the stuff, you'll get caught and there's no forgiveness
And that's why your commitment is not to be silent and pay attention
Because if you mess up with the stuff, you'll get caught... it's gonna happen!
There will be kites, rockets, and mortars
There will be kites, rockets, and mortars, you'll get caught and there's no forgiveness
