Mãe Zungueira (feat. Juzicy)

Wakes up early once again
Remembers the blue of the uniform, scared once again
And while praying to a seemingly blind God
There's no peace, without a job once again
Bends the knees while praying for the children
Gets up and lights the fire to make corn porridge
Wakes up the eldest daughter, controls the pot
The mother is running late, the kiss goes through the window
Buys fruit at 200 to sell at 300
The profit of 100 hardly enough for sustenance
No one cares about my struggle and suffering
Oh God, my customers always want a discount
If I lower the price, I lose profit
Those in the car's AC confrontation complain a lot
He insists while I say I can't
The police show up, kicking my business

Mr. Inspector, is it part of your job
To treat us like cards out of the deck every day?
I know you don't handle criticism well
I swear I don't understand the excess of physical force
How am I not going to sell? I always sold
There have always been poor conditions here, since I was born
Are you going to hit a woman with a child on her back
Now with the networks, everyone posts
Then the world pretends to care about my pain
Until they forget and another aggressor appears
The same uniform that should protect me
Is stained with my blood, police you can beat me
I gave birth to men like you, carried you in my womb all naked
Do you know what we have in common? We both break the rules
And the irony is that my husband is your colleague

They're stubborn, don't listen, very stubborn
We don't sell here, don't you see trash here?
But we are really stubborn because we have nowhere to eat
Life is really hard for everyone
For example, this month the salary is delayed
Even with the wound I got from falling with the inspector
I'm here to sell
We follow him to pay
You follow him to pay at least 500kz
You call yourself a thief, they give you your business