Poverty!

If I keep money in my pocket

If I squeeze money in my pocket

It will it put me down and crush me, my world

My mouth is shut in silence

Not to remember, not to meditate, but for want

I was forced not to live by poverty

I speak to the world, it speaks to me

I replied that I was changed and found

To take me out of her womb

If I miss something, if I get into the tree.

I wake up, and I am in a dream

Without wasting time, I was set free today

To be untied and untied, to become a reality

I pray to God, to end my poverty.