Turn on your partners, the job seekers The crazy life is in your face Another life as a thief You don't know, you have no idea The pain of living in poverty You don't know my favela The weight, and the crying of the alleys Every corner, every alley and The secret kept in them Of the mothers who pray, who cry And light each candle Love and hate, I am a favela Here, the mistake takes a heavy toll Turn on your partners, the jobseekers The crazy life is in your face Another life as a thief A shot, a bullet, a message Killing, stealing in the slums Signing your sentence and ending up in the ditch Tied up, decapitated, shot in the face I grew up in the middle of this war Wooden timber, sewage, dirt streets Shacks, makeshift structures, a jungle A lion in every alley Hunger torments our brothers Opportunity, a revolver in hand Despair, jail and coffin Connects partners, the thugs of the job The crazy life touches your face