A smile on my face, a tightness in my chest
Tax, imperfect, like a burden, narrow
Banzo, I saw so much out there
Tears, in a corner crying, making the others laugh
I haven't forgot the lady scrubbing those boys' floor
So much humiliation isn't revenge, today it's redemption
A life of hates-me, I saw no faith
It's deep to see the weight of the world on a woman's back
Alexandre in prison, me thinking about suicide
At eight years old, ma'am, where'd you get strength from?
Proud to walk with the thieves, fool
Quoting Malcolm X with no guts to wash a dish
Talk of .40s, twelve-gauges, late night and posing
The calls I didn't make are still ringing today
From the recs at Djose to the northern hemisphere
The dream is a time when the girls won't have to be so strong
Our hands still fit just right
I ask for an angel to walk with me
In everything I heard my mother's voice
Alone in this uncertain world
I ask for an angel to walk with me
In everything I heard my mother's voice
Another party, my love, like Orkut
Over a thousand friends and I don't remember anyone
Where you either live as Lady Gaga or die Pepê & Neném
Daily fight, razor's edge, marks? Plenty
Slave huts, C-sections, scars
Stretch marks, varicose veins, crises
Like Lulu, it ain't always so easy
For us punk is whoever breastfeeds
While facing war, the tanks
Dirty clothes, life without softener
Bombs every moment, on a canvas adrift
That's just stop-and-frisk and defendant's bench, no flagrant
Blind love listening with the heart to the light from her chest
Describe her effect, 'Brief, intense, immense'
To the point I even thank her flaws
The other day I found in my handwriting
Your handwriting and the tears soaked the pen
Challenge it, it's gonna be big sh*t
When I say that I saw God
Our hands still fit just right
I ask for an angel to walk with me
In everything I heard my mother's voice
Alone in this uncertain world
I ask for an angel to walk with me
In everything I heard my mother's voice
Our hands still fit just right
I ask for an angel to walk with me
In everything I heard my mother's voice
Alone in this uncertain world
I ask for an angel to walk with me
In everything I heard my mother's voice
(The third child was born, he's a man
Miguel drank for three days out of joy
'I said he'd come, he's born'
And I didn't even know how it'd be
Someone warned, a child is for the world
I felt the need to have something in life
I searched for love in the things I wanted
So I thought I'd love much more
Someone who came out of me and nothing else
I felt like the earth, sacred
And what noise, what mess
He jumped from my womb and, happy
He seemed to say, 'It's Saturday, folks'
The nun who held him tried to restrain
His two little feet, couldn't
And she said, 'What a naughty boy
What will you call him, mom?'