Lyrics and translation Gloc 9 feat. Agsunta - TRPKNNMN

TRPKNNMN

Pagod sa trabaho, makulit na amo
Wala pang suweldo, baon ko ′di aabot
Paano ko pagkakasiyahin? Pahinging malupit na plano
Sahod na parang nakahingi ka ng balato

Disgrasya, demo-demokrasya
Dito sa bayan na karangyaa'y madalas na pinapantasya
Lumang sapatos na pilit mong pinapagkasiya
Pangarap na ′di mo mapaliit ang distansiya

Na maabot, oy, alas-singko na pala
Makabiyahe na para 'di makasabay ang iba
Sa kalsada na palagi na lamang hala-bira
Mga maling sulat ng lapis pero 'di mo mabura

Ga′no na ba kahaba ang pila sa LRT?
Sana nama′y hindi na tumirik ang MRT
Ingat, baka madukutan ka pa ng iPhone 3
Ito ang s'yang dinadaing, araw man o gabi

Gusto ko nang umuwi
Gusto ko nang umuwi

Araw-araw na lang ganito, mula sa Monumento
Lagro, hanggang sa Quiapo
Crossing ilalim, ibabaw, nasa′n ka na raw?
Nasa Cubao, nilalangaw

Gusto ko nang umuwi
Gusto ko nang umuwi
Kaso trapik na naman

Paulit-ulit, ulit-ulit, ulit-ulit, ulit
Na inuukit-ukit, ukit-ukit, ukit-ukit
Sa kukote na patuloy yata na kumikitid
Tila mas may silbi pa ang sinulid kaysa sa lubid

Mga bibig na burara, mga kamay na bastos
Sa sasakyang may kamao at may pangalan ng Diyos
Ayaw ayusin ang sira, sisirain ang ayos
Sila na nakaparada sa mga daan na kapos

Tapos bawal magsakay, bawal magbaba
Lahat na bawal ginawa, ang kapal ng mukha
Dito po tayo tumawid pero nasa kabila
Ako'y nagtataka bakit ′di umuunlad ang bansa

Hanggang baba na'ng pila ng tao sa LRT
Lahat kasi tumirik na naman ang MRT
May napatay na holdaper dahil sa iPhone 3
Ano ang lagi mong daing, araw man o gabi?

Gusto ko nang umuwi
Gusto ko nang umuwi

Araw-araw na lang ganito, mula sa Monumento
Lagro, hanggang sa Quiapo
Crossing ilalim, ibabaw, nasa′n ka na raw?
Nasa Cubao, nilalangaw

Gusto ko nang umuwi
Gusto ko nang umuwi
Kaso trapik na naman

TRPKNNMN

I'm tired of work, my boss is a hassle
I don't have a salary yet, and my allowance won't last
How can I make ends meet? I need a crazy plan
A salary like I've hit the lottery

Bad luck, democracy
In this country where luxury is often fantasized about
Old shoes that you try to make fit
A dream that you can't make close the distance

To reach, oh, it's almost five o'clock
Let's go so I don't get stuck with the others
On the road that's always chaotic
Wrong words written in pencil but you can't erase

How long is the line for the LRT?
I hope the MRT doesn't break down again
Beware, you might get robbed for your iPhone 3
This is what we complain about, day and night

I want to go home
I want to go home

Every day it's like this, from Monumento
Lagro, to Quiapo
Crossing under, above, where are you?
In Cubao, deserted

I want to go home
I want to go home
But there's traffic again

Over and over, over and over, over and over
That is being carved, carved, carved
In the brain that continues to shrink
As if thread is more useful than rope

Chatty mouths, rude hands
In a vehicle with a fist and the name of God
They don't want to fix the broken, they'll destroy the fixed
They're the ones parked in the scarce lanes

Then no boarding, no disembarking
Everything forbidden, they have thick faces
We cross here but it's on the other side
I wonder why the country isn't developing

Until the line of people at the LRT is long
Because all the MRTs have broken down again
A mugger was killed for an iPhone 3
What do you always complain about, day and night?

I want to go home
I want to go home

Every day it's like this, from Monumento
Lagro, to Quiapo
Crossing under, above, where are you?
In Cubao, deserted

I want to go home
I want to go home
But there's traffic again