I'm a little hustler, I know the sector well
There are managers, lookouts and coalmen
I'll have my territory, Eastern weapon, a small glass
I'll be given away even though he was my brother

I'm a quiet one, I try to say my prayers
I see the elders in the faith, smiling even in misery
Faith gives me warmth, when it's winter in the heart
And I have to remind my brothers and sisters

I'm a mother, my son died in front of me
I left the city, feeling like I see him every time
When I see your friends, it's as if you were in front of me
I'll hurt for life, but I still keep the faith

I'm a girl from the neighborhood, I try to get by
I'm studying, my brother is going to get out
I have two jobs, struggling to get by
And now I have my brother on the phone, waiting for his release

I'm an athlete, never smoked, never drank
I pushed hard, but I abuse the testosterone

I'm a boss, I have my own business
I went bankrupt, the roulette took everything from me

I'm an alcoholic, I drink on the hill
I had two or three flashes in the Cristaline

I'm a customer, I needed my dose
I was in withdrawal and I stole from my mother

I'm a father, I left the country
For a better future but they put me in uniform

I'm a big shot in the neighborhood, I was respected
I had my money, my land and for that I went in
Then I got out, I talk to myself, I'm weird
Now the kids in the neighborhood are messing with me too much

I'm a four-year-old, I saw my mother get hit
My father is violent once he's had a drink

He made me a slave, stuck in Libya
21st century, we're still not free

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