Hijos Del Odio

[KID] Daddy.
[MAN] What?
[KID] You'll never hurt mom and me, right?

[Verse 1: Puto Largo]
Yeah, yeah, ah, I write an anthem, for the drama kids,
grudges in the classroom, dad has hit her again,
anyone holding their breath playing?
Wishing it ends soon and not telling it tomorrow in the yard,
headaches, as if someone's screaming inside,
jumping rope, and living in hell,
it's just an example! You know there are hundreds like this,
in every big city a kid grows clenching their teeth,
multiply it! If I tell you about a country with no development,
they don't give a damn about stabbing you for a plate,
making imitation vests and big brands,
what to tell you that you don't already know, about labor in Africa,
I'd vomit at every priest that touches a child,
artists, soldiers or politicians, sick!
If they can feel the hate like I do, they'll understand,
I know they're looking for bread in the trash and there's no remedy,
in every government! Public funds disappear,
paying for hotel rooms, and drug trafficking,
it's not a morality class, idiot!
I know you don't give a damn about what I'm saying, that easy, but!
There are those capable of killing you at 10 years old,
guerrilla extremists, tall and serious in the photo,
classic! Like the sound of broken dishes,
it's just another sleepless night and another, who cares!

[Verse 2: Demonio]
Come and think about it, no one was born to be a slave,
kids are bought and sold, as if they were a pair of shoes,
there are no longer shackles, no whips,
the problem today is that there are many fanatics for money!
It's impossible to say in numbers,
thousands of them die having lost their true north,
the day clouds over, hunger appears, torture, hypocrisy,
not knowing if their parents are still dead!
They have no future and work without earning a dime,
they've lost their childhood and live their lives in a bucket,
damn hell! Winter comes and they have nothing to cover themselves,
the registry will whip them if they don't have someone to sleep with today,
the culprits of all this are their parents, the psychopaths,
we'll make a couple of interventions, and they won't be anonymous,
at the next stop it seems I'll get off,
I can't find logic in this and I can't find the why?

[Chorus: Dogma Crew] x2
It's abuse, beatings, just another sleepless night,
waiting for it all to pass, crying alone in a corner,
the children of hate don't smile, walking but not trusting,
hope in a coma.

[VOICE 1] Your son was 7 years old?
[VOICE 2] Yes, 7 years old.
[VOICE 1] What did your wife do when she saw you killing your son?
[VOICE 2] Well, she tried to stop me and... covered him.
[VOICE 1] And shot him in the back?
[VOICE 2] Twice.
[VOICE 1] And then your daughter, what was her name?
[VOICE 2] My little one? Lindsay.

[Verse 3: Hijo Prodigo]
Fear invades them, and they are tired,
I know and I don't deny that inside them is hatred and fire,
they feel the breath on their neck, the tongue and the saliva,
of the disturbed and beautiful man, who fucks their body and their life!
Kids drooling, with a lost look,
just looking for a way out, from a room where no one spoke,
but someone breathes and watches from right to left,
how they tie them with ropes and others violate them with anger,
wake up, idiot, they call the kids pigs,
and put soap in their mouths, others touch them with their hands,
and destroy their pussy in orgies! They take pictures,
and their families go crazy, when it gets dark and the day ends!
This sticks, like a damn stab,
only cries are heard, tears, like clear water,
but what the hell were you expecting, since no one does anything,
they don't believe in saints, and demons are fairies!
This is deadly like a bullet, the pedophile has charm,
it can be normal, and of course work in a bank,
beatings in the meantime to the child, they sodomize,
parents abuse their children, under a duvet,
a spirit told me, that evil was born from the mud,
someone hits their baby in a corner and smiles in tango classes!
Surrounded by people, evil always present,
tight fists and death kissing them on the forehead!

[Verse 4: Legendario]
If you hear screams in the classrooms it's out of desperation,
they locked up in cages, singing a sad song,
why pay attention to the television?
Until the image of desolation becomes their appearance,
you turn your face, you move away to avoid feeling bad,
no one stops to think of a solution, and how will it end?
The little humanity left in the world disappears,
and in the population mental illness keeps growing,
and new sons of bitches appear, who rape and abuse,
confused creatures, and use their damn illness as an excuse!
The court accuses and decides on a few years' sentence,
be strong, the class protects them, if they're lucky on top of that!
Personally, I fully support the death penalty,
for those who destroy the lives of innocent beings,
those children cry, for how the world treats them,
taking away their childhood and happiness and life in a second,
I base myself on what I see, in reality,
I don't hide or cover my eyes, to not see the truth,
cruelty, intensified in underdeveloped countries,
little armed murderers, or forced labor,
I was on the dark side of the planet and I could see them,
kids under 8 years old, dying at traffic lights, I can't believe it,
and unable to avoid it, I can't understand it,
I can't erase the image, I can't forget it, I can't do it!

[Chorus: Dogma Crew] x2
It's abuse, beatings, just another sleepless night,
waiting for it all to pass, crying alone in a corner,
the children of hate don't smile, walking but not trusting,
hope in a coma.