Apologia Ao Crime

I didn't want to see you on the stretcher spitting almost dead blood
In the hospital with a pair of shots, taking serum
Not picking up Pioneer from the Escort
Not rolling your tongue, dying from overdose
Forget the dose, the pipe, the rich one full of jewelry
I've seen for a real scalpel of a coroner in many junkies
Don't just be another statistic number
A body in the bar victim of another massacre
It's tough to know that the TV advertisement
Of car, own house, wasn't made for you
Knowing that to have rice, beans, chicken in the oven
You have to grab a gun and disfigure a body
I understand the reason, I'm a product of the slum
I know well the pain of having nothing in the pot
Of sharing a two-meter room in five
A room without light, water, without a smile
But dude, crime is pain in the police station
Shock, loneliness, agony
They give you a 1.40 with a silencer and sight
For you to smash the bakery cashier
The grocery store, drugstore
So that one day your family prays your 7th day mass
The Rolex boy, Cherokee tinted glass
It's a trap of the system to kill you

Don't fall into the trap, follow my apology
Even with an empty stomach, forget the rich's jewelry
Don't fall into the trap, follow my apology
Your 7th day mass is imported on the avenue

Gold chain, car of the year, all illusory
Flour, bicarbonate, funeral
I saw several dealers with a lot of employees
In BMW, giving money to the delegate
Celebrating the new year unloading the gun in the air
Ending up without a penny in the soldier's dose
With rifle grenade nine
No one ever came back with a briefcase from the armored car
Always the same end: Mother crying in the coffin
The guy planning rebellion in detention
Dog bite, GOE abuse
But you inside know the price of killing the boy
I know dreaming just about food is very little
Who doesn't want to have a house with a pool?
A good position instead of eating garbage?
An imported car, the latest sports model?
But comfort doesn't come through the revolver
From the blood of the millionaire hostage fearing death
The cop doesn't care about your reason
He wants your head on the wall like a slaughtered pig
It doesn't matter if it's for your mother's medicine
To smoke crack or drink champagne
If you invade the condo shouting robbery
You fell into the trap, even on the ceiling your pieces will be

Don't fall into the trap, follow my apology
Even with an empty stomach, forget the rich's jewelry
Don't fall into the trap, follow my apology
Your 7th day mass is imported on the avenue

They want you turning the jail, killing a rapist
Demanding the governor, the judge inspector
They want you in an Opala shooting up a bar
Massacre number 300 for SPTV to report
That's why none of us are in Congress, in the Chamber
Here it's just a thief in a vegetative state in bed
Or in a wheelchair, shot in the spine
For a pair of sneakers, a line of cocaine
Our life is worth less than a dollar
Here the poor only serves to donate organs in the hospital
That's why go to school to try to be an architect
Don't let the pigs applaud another illiterate junkie
Who hits the old lady to smoke a radio
From the gang to the dealer, wakes up dismembered
Grab your 380 and make the bank's plan
Shoot the security guard, kick the crying hostage
Pick up the briefcase, empty the safe
Unload your nine on the manager's head
Or put on the mailman's clothes to fool the doorman
Frame the whole building and steal jewelry money
By 6 o'clock I'll see you on the alert city
Handcuffed with a hematoma like a dog in a cell
The system has to cry but not with you killing on the street
The system has to cry seeing your graduation

Don't fall into the trap, follow my apology
Even with an empty stomach, forget the rich's jewelry
Don't fall into the trap, follow my apology
Your 7th day mass is imported on the avenue