Each One In His Own Run Filosofia Urbana sjc Autor: 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 job seekers. 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.