Rico J - Gloc-9

Maraming bukol sa aking mukha

Tanakang umukol at sinasadya

Laging sinasalo ng sanga at dahon ko

Maraming bukol sa aking mukha

Dahil ang puno ko’y hitik

Madaming bagay ang gusto kong sagutin

Tuwing haharangin at tatanungin

Mga asal na sa’ki’y nagpapailing

Ang palaging bungad bakit ang aga mong dumating

Bawat trabahong tinapos haharapin

Sa’n man gaganapin aking kakagatin

Na parang tayo’y nasa 1997 ulit

At wala akong alam na ibang gusto kong gawin

Kahit sablay ang damit, ang mikropono’y punit

Sabi nga ng nanay ko sa’kin ay diyan ka magaling

'Di ko inakala na ako ay may mararating

Pero buo ang tiwala sa bitbit na anting-anting

Na walang anuman ang sa akin ay makakapigil

At ang talunan sa’kin ay isang maliit na butil

Ng buhangin sa pangpang matamis na hinahagkan

Ang dagat ng isang gutom na aso na sumasagwan

Sa isang pirasong tinapay na sa’kin ay umakay

Tuwing sakto ang pera dadayo doon sa Pasay

Pabalik ng Baclaran, Las Pinas papuntang Cavite

'Pag pauwi sabit sa jeep na Alabang Zapote

Nagpupumilit sumingit palad 'di maiguhit

Pagkatapos ng lahat-lahat ay dapat kong masulit

Para sa’king mga anak kahit 'di maitatak

Ang aking pangalan makasabay sa mga yapak

Salamat kahit na ako ay isa lamang manunula

Ay may natungtungan na rin akong nakakalula

May kanin sa kaldero at may yero sa bubong

Para sa mga mahal 'yan ang palagi kong tugon

Dahil marami ang laging nakaabang na ulupong

Lait na pasigaw sa’kin ay mga mahinang bulong

Kaya damihan mo ang hawak na pamukol na bato

Ang tangi kong hiling sana’y mabusog ka sa bunga ko

Maraming bukol sa aking mukha

Tanakang umukol at sinasadya

Laging sinasalo ng sanga at dahon ko

Maraming bukol sa aking mukha

Dahil ang puno ko’y hitik

There are many bumps on my face

Deliberate and deliberate

Always caught by my branches and leaves

There are many bumps on my face

Because my tree is tall

There are many things I want to answer

Every time it will be blocked and questioned

Behaviors that make you shake your head

The always open why you came in the morning

Each job completed will be dealt with

Wherever it is held I will bite

It's like we're in 1997 again

And I don't know anything else I want to do

Even if the clothes are dirty, the microphone is torn

My mother told me that you are good there

I didn't think I would get anywhere

But there is complete trust in the amulet

That nothing of mine can stop

And the loser to me is a small grain

Of the sand on the sweetly kissed shore

The sea of ​​a hungry dog ​​rowing

With a piece of bread brought to me

Every time the money goes there in Pasay

Back to Baclaran, Las Pinas to Cavite

On the way home hang on the Alabang Zapote jeep

Struggling to insert the palm 'could not be drawn

After all I have to make the most of it

For these children, even if it can't be stamped

My name keeps pace with the footsteps

Thank you even though I am only a poet

I also found something that makes me feel dizzy

There is rice in the pot and iron on the roof

For those who love that is my constant response

Because many snakes are always lurking

It's hard to shout to me but soft whispers

So multiply the flint in your hand

My only wish is that you will be satisfied with my fruit

There are many bumps on my face

Deliberate and deliberate

Always caught by my branches and leaves

There are many bumps on my face

Because my tree is tall