Falcão No Morro

What they never want anything
I want a neighborhood war
Known there in the mouth, famous exchange of bullets
That I am a falcon on the track and also a falcon in the hill
And those walking with me, know that things are crazy
And that the younger ones are in trouble and all dressed in uniform
To end the nonsense, the boss is in the area

It's that she talks, it's that she talks
Talks about my life that crime sponsors me
Oh life, if I tell you that the girls from the favela
Sit to gain some media
Oh life, oh life