The Atoll

Silvio (cont.)
Myself I was born into poverty
A favela set steeply over bays
There was no water running cold and hot
There was no flushing toilet on demand
The fine view oozed a bitter aftertaste
Ive given back to my community
Free civil works brand new laid asphalt roads
With sidewalks paved a grandstand tall as clouds
Not through meth point bag distribution no
But mansion breakin master franchises
The only gringo worth a peso was
Don Robin Hood I take my lead from him
Albin
I take my lead from you fresh minted god
Giacomo
Don Silvio has the golden touch for sure
He rolled up his silk sleeves and helped me build
My villa using only twelve coke bricks