Sementes (feat. Drik Barbosa)

If there is a lot of pressure
It doesn't develop the seed
It's the same with us
That we should be kind
Like a flower is to bloom
But without water, sun, and time
Which bud will open?
It's very sad, very early
It's very cowardly
To cut childhood in half
To be an adult, without turmoil, there is no shortcut
In summary
Children don't have work, no, no, no
No to child labor

From an early age, 9 years old, was a tiny drop of a person
Forced into work, to the grind
The numb biceps, the hand full of calluses
Trembles, can't hold a pencil, in the outskirts of São Paulo (damn)
If the rebellious soul wants to be tamed
A black girl loses her childhood, becomes a maid
Crowded in the open air, unable to stretch
A baobab becomes a bonsai, that's the only way to explain
That our people in the periphery
Need to fill their empty pots
Dignity is dignity, it's not negotiable
Because this exchange takes childhood, returns apathy
And it's worse in the pandemic
There's a wound in the soul
A collection of trauma
Besides the physical part
And we're already in the critical part
So that our future doesn't cry
The urgency is: We need to be better, you see?

If there is a lot of pressure
It doesn't develop the seed
It's the same with us
That we should be kind
Like a flower is to bloom
But without water, sun, and time
Which bud will open?
It's very sad, very early
It's very cowardly
To cut childhood in half
To be an adult, without turmoil, there is no shortcut
In summary
Children don't have work, no, no
Children don't have work, no
No to child labor

At 8 she cleans a family's house, in exchange for food
But she just wanted to play hide and seek
Her desire, hide and seek
Since society plays tag with her freedom
And turns it into sadness
Repeated in school for absence, he wants to go but can't
Inequality is present and takes away his rights
No choice: Work or steal to live
A system that tore him from school
And put him to sell candy at traffic lights
Mostly young black people from the outskirts
Who have the right to a full life
But only know what they experience
Insecurity, violence, and fear
Child labor is a crime and has color and address
Our priority is to ensure they grow and flourish
To nurture their power
Their freedom is priceless
They deserve the world as a garden and not as a cell

If there is a lot of pressure
It doesn't develop the seed (no)
It's the same with us
That we should be kind
Like a flower is to bloom
But without water, sun, and time
Which bud will open? (Tell me)
It's very sad, very early
It's very cowardly (very)
To cut childhood in half (it's hot)
To be an adult, without turmoil, there is no shortcut
In summary (say)
Children don't have work, no, no, no
Children don't have work, no
Just no to child labor