Begging begging begging for food
Our sky is not blue
This is what they do
There is nothing left for sale in my house
And in my jail
I sold my mom’s memorial necklace
Cause my child was hungry and helpless Now I can feel the pain that my mom felt
But I can’t find her a meal
We are nothings
To have our price
They have sold us once
For a bag of rice
For a piece of bread
I can’t believe it was real
Begging begging begging for food
