I am one of the hard working people.
Wait at the crossroads,
If anyone finds any.
If the price is high, grab it with both hands.
But what a cruel joke,
I can't stand breathing.
Kick the boot after the back,
Hooks on the tire.
Then tell me brother
Where will my place be?
Prado of City Corporation
I have a license!
I have no right,
Which corner of the road to stand on?
Sunburned, soaked in the rain,
Whatever I do, I go with it
Two worlds.
Owning a rickshaw,
The rest are rickshaw pullers.
Then why on me,
So much oppression gone?