This woman with white hair as long as her old age
Walks slowly with a cane, shoulder and back pain
Like she built a thousand ships for Spain like a slave
Got a face full of wrinkles with no teeth to even smile
Tattoos on her hands representive of her tribe
Got bruises on her sides that she managed to survive
And her eyes produces rain not a drizzle but a sky
Full of black clouds tryna makes us understand why
But she speaks a different tongue that most can’t understand
And most leave her to herself like she from another land
Like she from a distant planet further out for us to measure
Some say that she’s a legend and her name was Estrella


Hot like a kettle got a special for the devil’s dance
Put them dollars up clothes down she bare it fast
Intoxicating as a liquor glass, give her cash
Dishonest men but for her she wear the biggest mask
Just a little laugh, maskin that it is really bad
Hopin that song ain’t long and that it finish fast
But its feelin likes its replay listen to what he say
Boss on her case so that he’s paid
So its on to next as her hips sway
Back and forth she was forced into this work
Forced to be silent deny her of her worth
The boys call her Baby but she prefers cursed


A Pinay in her 30s wakin’ early with a bag
Packed neatly with lunch and dinner because the fact is that
She got a double shift, hustle get money, hungry people in her country live
Ugliest conditions like a punishment
Economy has plummeted destruction is normalcy
She said that it is forcin me
To leave the family and carry these burdens
Hurtin while she workin learnin how to cope with distance
How to cope with missin all her children
She a victim of the imperialism
The greedy corporations money worshipping religion
Everday is hard and her heart is feeling heavy
Their mother is stranger known by the name of Mary

This Pinay’s lips is as pouty as they come
And her walk and demeanor is as heavy as a drum
She curses in Tagalog like their poison in her lungs
And theres fire in her eyes that is hotter than the sun
She will cut the first whoever wanna bring it to her, none
The growl in her belly says she workin for them crumbs
The slant on her shoulders says she carryin a ton
Carrying a legacy that is stronger than a gun
A legacy that’s added through the generation’s sum
And she speaks with a passion like tomorrow never comes
So she runs without stoppin very few options
Fierce as a storm and they call Aunt Laban