Favelas, senzalas
Favelas, senzalas
Favelas, senzalas

I was born here
I saw death's face
I hugged many demons
I looked into the eyes
Of many angels

I breathed hot air
Like the fire of hell
Died every night
I would rise in the mornings
Like an unholy spell

Survive the hate
Walking in the mud
Beneath the remains
Pain and suffering
With blood in the hands
That was the feeling

Favelas, senzalas
Favelas, senzalas
Favelas, senzalas