Pequenina (feat. Jaques Morelenbaum, Liniker, Maria Vilani e MC Hariel)

So tiny, so beautiful
The dream of many mothers, a girl
A daughter woman to weave, to exchange, to take out of the loneliness that exists there
Mothers suffer in silence for so long
Not all have a balanced home in sustenance
Sometimes in that most beautiful mansion
A routine of pain weaves this refrain
It's not a job, nor a profession
Mother is a mother and mine cries in the coffin
You don't know what a favela is
You've never lived in one
You live your lives and still criticize them, young mothers
The daughters
Born to be happy, not just to get pregnant
Single mother, obese, from the periphery, public school teacher, the target of the day
Daughter of a black man and a Northeastern woman
What for you is victimhood, for us, is our life
Abandonment and neglect are seasonings of this heart
I promised I would be rich and take care of my siblings
Take care of my sister, now only in prayer
She's not here anymore because this world doesn't deserve you

I'm going to make money, mom
Because that's the only way they respect us
(But thinking like that, Criolo, isn't it a victory for the system, man?)
(Where I come from, bro, it's always a victory for the system)
(You're in Narnia, kid?)

I'm going to make money, mom
Because that's the only way they respect us
(But thinking like that, Kleber, isn't it a victory for the system, man?)
(Where I come from, bro, it's always a victory for the system)
(A neighborhood that depends on a good meal)
(And what about those who don't even have a good meal?)

You don't know what love is, you only know what resentment is
You don't grasp the size of this pain
A mother not being able to hug her child in that situation
That's so sad, from my saddest song
What happens here is to oppress you, make you give up, not let you smile
Love, we need love
We need to embrace each other to end the pain
Smile, sing, and resist
Question the real reason for all this
Because abandonment and neglect are seasonings of this heart
I promised I would be rich and take care of my siblings
Take care of my sister, now only in prayer
She's not here anymore because this world doesn't deserve you

I'm going to make money, mom
Because that's the only way they respect us
(I'm going to make money, mom)
(But thinking like that, Criolo, isn't it a victory for the system, man?)
(Where I come from, bro, it's always a victory for the system)
(You're in Narnia, kid?)

I'm going to make money, mom
Because that's the only way they respect us

I'm going to make money, mom
I'm going to make money, mom
I'm going to make money, mom
I'm going to make money, mom