Marmita Boy

Nineteen years on the face, another candle that goes out
But nothing is enough when the party ends
The stories from school days are gone
The memories of those who left remain

Nineteen years on the face, pack your bag
Get a job, get a house
You only find problems, you don't think about the future
What do you want from life? You're not a kid anymore
Young African from a social neighborhood
What are your chances, bro, in Portugal?
A shitty job would be cool
Take a cousin and be happy
Spending your whole life listening or swallowing
Getting drunk from Monday to Sunday
Taking the bus to work
Half asleep, half awake
Cold lunchbox in the bag, frozen fingers
No problem, 'next year I'll buy a car'
Stop after stop, always the same journey
So many different people in the same carriage
An old lady in front of me won't stop staring
Calm down, grandma, I'm not stealing anymore

My mother blesses me
In the morning she puts her hand on my head
And asks God for me to change
Asks Him to help me find my place
My mother is right, my nigga, my head is messed up
I see the gang rolling and the desire it gives me
Is to go back there

My mother blesses me
In the morning she puts her hand on my head
And asks God for me to change
Asks Him to help me find my place
My mother is right, my nigga, my head is messed up
I see the gang rolling and the desire it gives me
Is to go back there

My mother blesses me
In the morning she puts her hand on my head
And asks God for me to change
Asks Him to help me find my place
My mother is right, my nigga, my head is messed up
I see the gang rolling and the desire it gives me
Is to go back there
Is to go back there
Is to go back there