Bente - UMPH, BLKD

Si Berto ay kabataang kasama

Lumaking katu-katulong ng amang magsasaka

Sa pagpapabunga ng lupang ‘di kanila

Sa laki ng upa halos wala nang matira sa kita

Kaya matapos ang pangatlong bagyo

Matapos mamatay kanyang amang byudo

Pagka’t panginoo’y walang sinasanto

Sa pagbubuwis, sya’y lumayas

Sya’y nagpasyang lumikas sa Maynila

Pag-aangat ng kabuhayan ang adhika

Handang makipagsapalaran sa syudad

Kung san umano mas may oportunidad

Kaya’t isang tahimik na gabi ng Disyembre

Baon ay isang kabang bigas at bente

Sya’y nag-jeep, handa nang maglaboy

Dinukot nya ang bente, ibinayad kay Bhoy

Si Bhoy ay tsuper ng jeep

Nakikipasada lang kaya graveyard shift

Baon sa mataas na boundary at gasolina

Kapag walang mahiram na jeep wala syang kita

Kaya ngayong pagkagipit nya ay sumaklap

Pampakain pampaaral sa walong anak

Pambuhay sa pamilya, pangkotong sa parak

Kaysa raw magnakaw, sya’y bumatak

Sya’y namasada nang dalawang araw

Tuloy-tuloy, walang antok na dumalaw

Sinaid ang lakas ng katawan

Para lang masulit nahiram na sasakyan

Biglang umatake pagod nya sa byahe

Pagsakay ni Berto, agad umabante

Tinanggap ang bayad, paningin ay hazy

Tinitigan ang bente, isinukli kay Baby

Si Baby ay sales lady

High heels, low pay, eight hours daily

Kontraktwal, kada anim na buwan

Mangangaso na naman ng mapapasukan

Ngayon kabuwanan na ng kanyang kontrata

At ng kanyang pagdadalang-bata

Wala pa namang katuwang na asawa

Kaya’t lumuluha syang pumara

Sya ay nagtapos ng IT

Pagkakaron ng akmang trabaho pala’y unlikely

Nabuntis nang wala sa plano

Kaya nagtiis sa ibang trabaho

Ngayon pauwi sa may eskinita

Sya’y naglalakad nang biglang hinila

Punyal sa leeg, bantang sasaksakin

Dinukot nya ang bente, isinuko kay Ben

Si Ben ay batang maralita

Tubong komunidad na takda nang magiba

Sa hirap ng buhay ‘di nakapag-aral

Sa murang edad sya ay nangalakal

Ngunit nang magkasakit batang kapatid

Ultimo pangkain ay ‘di na maitawid

Hindi patas ang buhay, kanyang nabatid

Kaya’t sa patalim, sya’y kumapit

Sya ay nangholdap gabi-gabi

Mabilis ang pera at malaki-laki

Isinusugal ang buhay at kalayaan

Para lang sa kapatid na inaalagaan

Pagkakuha nya sa buntis ng bente

Sya’y tumakbo deretso sa palengke

Bumili ng bigas, humingi ng diskwento

Dinukot nya ang bente, ibinayad kay Berto

Berto is a young fellow

He grew up as a farmer father's helper

By making the land that is not theirs fertile

With the amount of rent there is almost nothing left over from the income

So after the third storm

After his widower father died

Because lord, no one is holy

Upon taxation, he ran away

He decided to flee to Manila

Raising livelihoods is the aspiration

Ready to venture into the city

Where there is more opportunity

So it was a quiet December night

Baon is a bag of rice and twenty

He got into a jeep, ready to wander

He stole the twenty, paid it to Bhoy

Bhoy is a jeep driver

It's just passing by, so it's graveyard shift

High boundary and fuel pocket

When there is no jeep to borrow he has no income

So now that he's stressed, it's going to happen

School meals for eight children

Livelihood for the family, sustenance for the farm

It is said that rather than stealing, he ran away

He was there for two days

Constantly, sleeplessly visiting

Strengthen the body

Just to make the most of a borrowed car

He was suddenly tired from the trip

When Berto got on board, immediately advanced

Payment accepted, vision is hazy

Staring at twenty, turned to Baby

Baby is a sales lady

High heels, low pay, eight hours daily

Contractual, every six months

Hunting again for a job

Now it's the end of his contract

And of his childhood

No partner yet

So he stopped crying

He graduated from IT

Finding a suitable job is unlikely

Got pregnant without the plan

So put up with another job

Now go home to the alley

He was walking when he was suddenly pulled

Dagger in the neck, threatening to stab

He snatched the twenty, handed it to Ben

Ben is a poor boy

Native community that is destined to change

In the hardships of life not being educated

At a young age he was a trader

But when my younger brother got sick

Ultimo food is unforgivable

Life is not fair, he realized

So with the blade, he held on

He snuck in every night

The money is fast and big

Gambling life and liberty

Only for the sibling being cared for

After getting pregnant at twenty

He ran straight to the market

Buy rice, ask for a discount

He stole the twenty, paid it to Berto