Poverty

I remember don´t having a place to go in the cold nights
Only a tank with fire by my side
At least now I pay for a little room with 7 persons more
We eigth live in this small place

I had never received a hug from my ma and pa
It doesn´t matter cause I´ve never knew them
*I´ve always grew up in poverty*
And never had someone received me with a warm dish of food
And moreover there´s no work in this city
So I just don´t know how to keep alive
Cause everything are black news
But I´m so weary of my life, so tired!

*Chorus

Poverty has filled my life
It has been my home
Poverty give asylum to thousand of people

*Chorus (x4)