Alma Inocente

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To you, trigger-happy, who likes to shoot
without looking and without thinking who you're gonna hit
I dedicate this song. (spoken)

I don't know why people who like to do harm
are not like people who like to do good
while weeks go by and months pass
the years come strong and mixed with pain
I don't know why the human being is killing itself
someone has to stop this curse
because if they don't stop it, we will continue to increase
what is known as the criminal wave

Remembering the moments when I was in a club
well dressed as if I were in San Francisco
riding in the convertible BMW
hoping to find an approachable
and flexible cat, who deals with whatever comes forward
with good intentions and who is elegant
extravagant and enduring, my whole system
but everything turned around when they shot a girl
what a shame to see her lying there on the floor
groaning people running from that place
the poor girl groaning on the ground
and a pool of blood covering her hair, I believe
well, everything I live I say it
with certain restrictions that have nothing to do with you
friend, I make a call to your conscience
patience, you should have had in your courage
you killed a life that was not recyclable
without thinking about the pain you caused her parents

I remember, when I picked her up what I felt
asking God not to let her die
I go out the back with Laurita in my arms
showing her wound from a gunshot
the least I expected was that it was in the forehead
praying with faith for you to get up
I will never forget when you accepted Christ
I asked you if you repented of all your sins
looking at the sky with my hair standing on end
you tried to tell me yes, unable to speak
thinking if destiny was right or wrong
confusions came to my mind like a hundred
passing for me, to know that you were okay
with Jesus Christ and no one has seen for not being smart
what a shame that people who share selfishness, share selfishness

I went to your funeral and talked to your family
your father was sad and your mother in a chair
I talked to both of them and told them what you wanted
and they told me that you liked poetry
and my bad, if I didn't stay long
but I'm leaving, even siblings from the past arrived
flashbacks, if you understand everything I've said
I speak for my people, for my town, and Puerto Rico
the world is small and someday it will be known
revenge is not mine but my dad's
someday it will come and peace will spread
but now what I ask is that you rest in peace

What can I do, maybe some parents trying to please their daughter
letting her go out to the club and at certain hours of the
morning they call them
to say that their daughter has died, where will we end up where will we end up

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