[Sketch]
— Come in, damn it, it's open! Is this the time to arrive? Where's the money?
— It's just… It's just the boys didn't give me any today, mom
— I've been here waiting for you, so I can smoke, so I can drink, and you don't show up!
— …It's just the boys didn't give me any, mom
— Go! …Put the money on the table and go to sleep!
— I'm telling you… the boys didn't give me any, mom…
— What do you mean "they didn't give you"! If I look in your damn pocket and there's not a single real, you're going to get beaten!
— I swear, mom…
— You're going to get it today! Because today I feel like killing you!
— I swear, mom… I-I don't have any money… I-I'm not…
— LET ME SEE IN YOUR POCKET! …You liar
— OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! STOP, MOM! OUCH, STOP, MOM!
— WHERE'S THE MONEY? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THE MONEY? WHERE'S THE MONEY FOR ME TO SMOKE, FOR ME TO DRINK, YOU BASTARD?
— STOP, IT HURTS! STOP! NO! IT'S…
— I FEEL LIKE KILLING YOU, YOU BASTARD, YOU'RE GOING TO GET BEATEN!

My small hand hits the car window
Burns from cigarettes stand out on my arm
The heavy rain soaks my shirt, my shorts
Any day now pneumonia will make me cough to death
A coin, a pass frees me from hell
It gets me home without getting beaten with an iron wire
My playground doesn't have a swing, a slide
Just a bitchy mom asking: "How much did you make?"
Throwing in my face that she tried to abort me
That she took about five injections to get rid of me
When I was a baby she tried to sell me, several times
I almost got raised by an English couple
Black eye, abrasion... Damn! What did I do?
Instead of playing, I'm collecting scars
Why didn't you think before you spread your legs?
Children aren't born to suffer, they don't ask to come to Earth

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

My gum is dirty, dishes unwashed
Used syringe, condoms everywhere
Hair disheveled, breath of brandy
It's rare when she brushes her teeth
Several weapons from others hidden in the ceiling
In the sink mosquitoes, cockroaches, fight for the leftovers
Ideal scenario to shock UNICEF
Natural habitat where murderers grow
I didn't want a PlayStation, or a bicycle
Just to hear the word "son" from her mouth
Hear the shout from the window: "Dinner's ready!"
Not to be beaten to stay at the traffic light all night
Anyone prays to God to ask for his help
To have money, happiness, health
I pray to ask for courage and double the hatred
To tie my mother to the bed, pour kerosene and set her on fire!

[Chorus]
Your role should have been to take care of me, take care of me, take care of me
Not to beat me, torture me, hurt me, hit me
I didn't ask to be born
Your role should have been to take care of me, take care of me, take care of me
Not to beat me, torture me, hurt me, hit me
I didn't ask to be born

The other day childhood took over my heart
I spent the money I earned on the Timão album
I wanted to be a normal child, that no one punishes
That jumps hopscotch, plays marbles
I got tired of just looking at the playground nearby
Feeling jealous of the kids making castles
Fuck it 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's beating
She slammed my head on the ground. She hit, hit!
She made me swallow sticker by sticker
She stabbed my whole body with a kitchen knife
I looked at the ceiling, saw the weapons in the package
I climbed on the table, grabbed the Glock
"Mom, I should kill you but I'm not like you
Instead of dirtying myself with your blood I prefer to die"

[Chorus]
...Your role should have been to take care of me, take care of me, take care of me
Not to beat me, torture me, hurt me, hit me
I didn't ask to be born
Your role should have been to take care of me, take care of me, take care of me
Not to beat me, torture me, hurt me, hit me
I didn't ask to be born

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