Eu Não Pedi Pra Nascer

My small hand hits the car window
Burn marks from cigarettes stand out on my arm
The heavy rain soaks my shirt and shorts
One day pneumonia might make me cough to death
A coin, a pass saves me from hell
Gets me home without being beaten with an iron wire
My playground has no swings, no slides
Just a mother asking how much you earned
Throwing in my face that she tried to abort me
Took about 5 injections to get rid of me
When I was a baby, tried to sell me off for good
Almost raised by an English couple
Bruised eye, abrasions, damn, what did I do?
Instead of playing, collecting scars
Why didn't you think before opening your legs,
Children are not born to suffer, they don't ask to come to Earth.

CHORUS 2X
Your role should be to take care of me, take care of me,
take care of me
Not to beat, torture, hurt, hit me, I didn't ask to be born

My room is dirty, unwashed dishes,
Used syringe, condoms everywhere
Messy hair, alcohol breath
It's rare when she brushes her teeth
Various weapons from others hidden on the ceiling
In the sink, mosquitoes, cockroaches, fighting over scraps
Ideal scenario to shock UNICEF,
Natural habitat where murderers grow
I didn't want a Playstation or a bike,
Just to hear the word 'son' from her mouth
Hear the shout from the window 'Dinner is ready',
Not to be beaten to stay at the traffic light all night
Anyone prays to God to ask for help
To have money, happiness, health
I pray to ask for courage and double hatred
To tie my mother to the bed with kerosene and set her on fire

Chorus 2x

The other day childhood dominated my heart,
Spent the money I earned on a Corinthians album
Wanted to be a normal child that no one punishes,
Who plays hopscotch, plays marbles
Tired of just looking at the playground nearby,
Felt envy of the kids building sandcastles
Fuck if I'm going to die for this,
Thank you my God for a day of smiles
At night my back burned from the belt,
Slammed my head on the ground
Hit, hit, made me swallow sticker by sticker
Stabbed my whole body with a kitchen knife
Looked at the ceiling and saw the weapons in a pack,
Climbed on the table, grabbed the Glock
Mom, I should kill you but I'm not like you,
Instead of getting dirty with your blood, I prefer to die...