La Bala

Eight o'clock and as always, it seemed like a normal day
Two brothers and a destiny, a mother and a father
The boy was seven years old, the one I come to sing about
But I'm going back a week
My 18-year-old son started to derail
His grades were very low, rude to his mom
He locked his room, claiming privacy
But he hid an arsenal of weapons in my house
That Thursday of that week, I met a couple of his friends
They had a different demeanor, not his type of people
He kept strange things from me, as long as I was his friend
And to avoid seeing him angry, I fulfilled any whim
And that day was the end

That my youngest son would go to school to study
The mafia posters were settling scores
And with a stray bullet, they destroyed my home
The surprise is fatal
That the 18-year-old son is very involved
With death, with drugs, participates in cruelty
And in his brother's death, he was the mastermind
I'm just another victim
Who is a victim of the daily life in the corrupt society
We all know someone who harms others
And I used to cover up his mistakes
And today I come to denounce
The thug who walks the streets, is part of my home
One less roaming the world will serve
If you know a son like mine, please report now