Each One In His Own Run

Filosofia Urbana SJC

Compositor: Jairo Martins Alves

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