Rap da Favela

Humbly we will send it like this
I am MC Naldinho and I am Renato MC
Between hills and favelas I will speak
The reality because now you will listen

Eternal peace for everyone, DJ!

Friend, I live in the favela, yes, sir
I'm not ashamed to live there
We are poor, but we also have the right
To be a satisfied and suffering-free people

Friend, I live live live
I'm not ashamed to live there
We are poor, but we also have the right
To be a satisfied and suffering-free people

I live in a wonderful place
Where everyone has the courage to fight to win
To win
I live in the bustling favela
Where the guys are united for real
Come see to believe
Come come
All year round, life changes a lot here
With sadness wanting to torment
There are children needing attention
The mother suffering makes trouble with the boss
Here we always fight for better
But society takes us for the worse
Unemployed ending up drunk
Some kill themselves seeing life worsen
Your wife holds the child in your house
Making a list to arrange your funeral
The child grows up illiterate and without childhood
Oh, my people, who works and the child
Some accept, others get upset
And in the head the evil begins to roam
Some friends seeing him get involved
Call for advice and they accept with pleasure
Blood bank in the city the line is long
Only favelados wanting to donate blood
Humility is our favorite weapon
We have little, but we want to help
I still say that in the hill and in the favela
Only poor people live, but only good blood lives
Speaking clearly, life here is a bargain
And all of us who live here are brothers

Friend, I live in the favela, yes, sir
I'm not ashamed to live there
We are poor, but we also have the right
To be a satisfied and suffering-free people

Friend, I live live live
I'm not ashamed to live there
We are poor, but we also have the right
To be a satisfied and suffering-free people

And who gives respect likes to be respected
Whether brown, white, black or mulatto
I can't stand being seen badly around here
And I ask, sir, let us be legal
We just want the right to live
We don't ask anyone to be born
While the rich live well accommodated
The poor live in the favela disrespected
If you're on the corner talking in a cool way
When they arrive they call us criminals
Used to this way of life
I ask God what we did to suffer
In this life, I find grace in misfortune
I laugh, but it doesn't help
It's sadness and joy at the same time
This anguish inside me I keep living
There are people who speak ill of the hills and favelas
Because they don't come spend a day in one
Despite this problem in the place
I'm sure it will change one day

Friend, I live in the favela, yes, sir
I'm not ashamed to live there
We are poor, but we also have the right
To be a satisfied and suffering-free people

Friend, I live live live
I'm not ashamed to live there
We are poor, but we also have the right
To be a satisfied and suffering-free people

Friend, I live in the favela, yes, sir
I'm not ashamed to live there
We are poor, but we also have the right
To be a satisfied and suffering-free people

Friend, I live live live
I'm not ashamed to live there
We are poor, but we also have the right
To be a satisfied and suffering-free people

Joy