Matecito sucks your hunger is gone, just for a minute
hunger hands
be rejected, the weary head
and God has not been back to look here.
with broken shoes to walk,
hunger in every corner and walk,
no bread for my teeth in the hot city
is only trouble for chewing.
What will I tell my children when they return,
what will I tell my mother not to give more,
the cold of winter and the cold and hope
government expected dry. Chupa
matecito
your hunger is gone,
just hunger for a little while and so will walk
million tired no wimp,
and patience will end.
Words and music: E.
Jusid
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