Desculpa, Mãe

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Sorry, Mom

Mom, I didn't value your dream, your struggle
Diploma in my hand, smile, graduation
I wasn't your pride, company director
I became the thief with the knife that kills coldly
I didn't deserve your tears on your face
When you cried seeing the pot without lunch
Seeing the slab full of leaks
Or the rotten fruit you were forced to pick at the market
While you saved retirement money to avoid eviction
I was at the bar playing billiards, drinking brandy, drunk
I was the thief with firecrackers and a shotgun
With mom begging for food at the church door
Every Christmas you alone, me at the party
Providing wine, flour for the girls from the neighborhood
Sorry, mom, for the pain of seeing me smoking crack
For the gun in the drawer, for the cop jumping out the window

Sorry, mom for preventing you from smiling
Sorry, mom for so many sleepless nights, sad without sleep
Sorry, mom to ask for forgiveness unfortunately it's too late
Sorry, mom only tears and the pain of missing you

How many times you visited me in prison
On Sundays, cookies, cigarettes, never missing
You came in the early morning, heavy bag
To be searched by the pigs at the entrance
Rebellion, you at the gate, fearing my death
Being trampled by the shock horses
I promised that this time I would get it right
I'm reformed, I listened to your advice
A week later, I was on cocaine
Shut up, old lady, get out of my life
I'm going to snort, steal, kidnap
Don't cross my path, or I'll kill you
Go frame the corner market
I exchanged shots with the security guard, took one in the belly
The police chasing me, I almost died
Only your door opened for me to hide

The cops watching the emergency room
Me in bed delirious, almost dead
Wound burning, itching, infected
The solution was the neighborhood pharmacist
Who only came for you, for sure
The heroin addict who begged on the bus, with the prescription
Fed you, bought all the medicines
Dreamed of a job, but the devil wanted me unloading iron
So I punched, kicked, hit with so much hatred
"- I need to smoke. Go, mom, give me the watch!"
Old, sick, defying the dawn
From door to door: "- Has anyone seen my son, I'm worried"
Weekend was flour, party
I only arrived today and as a prize I found you in this coffin
A neighbor called, it was a heart attack
Died in the street behind the shit of your son