[Verse 1]
Tin roof leaking on a Sunday
Mama counting coins in a plastic cup
TV blazing bodies and borders
same gray smoke when the sun comes up
Kids kick cans like they football
bare feet, broken glass, thin hope
I learned math off the power cuts
how many hours we sit in the dark and cope
[Chorus]
This that favela blues
same song, brand‑new year
World on fire on the big screen
same ash in my backyard here
I’m tryna breathe in a war‑torn sky
carry my people in these old torn shoes
If they ask what 2026 feel like
tell ’em it’s heavy
favela blues
[Verse 2]
News say “numbers,” I see faces
Uncle on the floor with an empty plate
Borderlines drawn on paper
but the bullets don’t know what they violate
Block full of prayers and curses
bare brick walls, wet clothes on a wire
Grandma hums in her cracked‑up voice
turns our crying into a choir
[Chorus]
This that favela blues
same song, brand‑new year
World on fire on the big screen
same ash in my backyard here
I’m tryna breathe in a war‑torn sky
carry my people in these old torn shoes
If they ask what 2026 feel like
tell ’em it’s heavy
favela blues
[Bridge]
Tell me
how I’m s’posed to heal when the sirens sing
when the kids draw tanks with their coloring pens
Tell me
where do all these broken mornings go
when the night comes back again (again)
[Chorus]
This that favela blues
same song, brand‑new year
World on fire on the big screen
same ash in my backyard here
I’m tryna breathe in a war‑torn sky
carry my people in these old torn shoes
If they ask what 2026 feel like
tell ’em it’s heavy
favela blues