CANción de La Prisión

In Venezuela there are 17 judicial inmates, 9 penitentiary centers
A women's institute, 1 experimental center, 1 penitentiary
And a national prison
Precincts that, according to the Venezuelan prison observatory,
They would house a prison population of 21,135 inmates
Of which only 37%, that is, 7,770 people, have already received a sentence
And 12,028 who would represent more than half of the population

They would still be in a situation of prosecution
June 26, today marks 12 months
From the day Mr. Julio's only son died
The 11-year-old boy died with just one shot
For refusing to be robbed by a thug that everyone knows
Since then all complaints have been ignored

Nobody has seen anything, nobody knows anything, nobody does anything
And under Julio's pillow is the bill
He recharges it and swears that tonight the debt will be collected
While walking, recharge the casein
As expected
See the son of a bitch after four corners
He walks slowly, the four in front of him stop
And Julio barely sees his face

Julio in the face
June 26, today marks 12 months
Of the day the murderer of the son of a man who died
He will be locked up awaiting sentence
Until a checkbook can prove your innocence
Tell me how to forgive a son of a bitch

That a loved one kills you
Without cause induced by a vice
This hymn is dedicated to
Human beings locked up and murdered before a trial
And here's a song to sing for every man inside

If he can hear you sing, it's an open door
There's not a rich man there who couldn't pay is way
And buy the freedom that' at a high price for the poor
Tell me how
You forgive a son of a bitch who
A loved one kills you
And a bullet is embedded in his skull

If violence only generates more violence
It is obvious that injustices also
They cause unjust actions
This is a hymn dedicated to those brothers on board
For that justice that they later took into their own hands
Gentlemen rulers, what would you do if he is free?

Even if a son kills them in cold blood
Life is revenge men
Even if you die in prison as a result
Waiting for trial and sentence come
The negligence of the penitentiary body that
It does not regenerate, if it does not generate more deaths in the neighborhood
Well, the body of that hell is only from the neighborhood
While white collar drug traffickers rule these governments, yes

The eternal oppressed is only from the clear neighborhood
While drug traffickers white collars distribute bodies of the pig
Yeah, if you ask me the reason for this song
Inspired by human rights in prison
I will tell you that it is not to create controversies or fights.
It is simply the voice of people that no one listens to.
And, in case one day I saw the one who killed my brother

And in my hand there would be one of those weapons that I reject so much.
Can I sing this hymn to myself
When they are putting the steel rings in my arms
And here's a song to sing for every man inside
If he can hear you sing, it's an open door

There's not a rich man there who couldn't pay is way
And buy the freedom that' at a high price for the poor
This is not controversy, this is a call
From those silenced to those of the state
To spend a day with those locked up

For those who have ignored and been robbed
Voice and vote, life, dreams, hopes
Ahnelos, opportunity for sincere changes, security
Behind bars, bullets, hate, death
Unless money instead of justice gives them freedom