Carlito (RIP)

Look Marie, get me a beer, damn it
Look for it yourself, you bastard, I'm not your slave, go to hell
That son of yours only knows how to make a mess, damn it
That son is yours too, dumbass, you were there
That son is not mine, that son is yours
That's the son of a junkie, you bastard, damn your mother
That's why I cheat on you, dumbass, because you don't know how to screw

There are social moments I see in the news
There are racial moments, that's what I see every day
There are family moments where they form a base
Not everyone qualifies, not everyone has class

For example, let me tell you this story, welcome
Enter my world as a passing note
Make sure not to cross the line
Sometimes I make glory, your earthly column
Sometimes I harm your cerebral sense
I make you wonder where I get my lyrics
It's like a bullet that penetrates a meter
House, location, pay attention
Five double z is the famous address
A family that doesn't have much education
Abuse their child and no one complains, and no one complains

Look where you think you're going?
You damn bitch! Why are you dressed like that?
Who gave you permission to go out, huh, you damn bitch?
No one gave you permission to
Go out! What you have to do is pay attention to your son.
(Let me go, I'm going to the neighbor's house
leave me alone, damn it, I told you not to give me
anything else, leave me alone, you damn bitch!)

At just six years old, the little boy
I present this story but under the name of Carlitos
Living a neglected and confused life
He has parents who have never paid attention
If Carlitos wants a little attention
He receives a slap in the face
If Carlitos wants a little love
He receives rejection from his parents and friends
Who feeds thorns to their child
Hoping he chokes in the park, he has eaten
Who gives stones to their child to chew
Waiting for the little water to give him to kill
This is what my diary is about, now you know
Whoever has doors, open them with their key
Whoever has ears, let silence be the detail
I talk about these things because I'm from the street, because I'm from the street

Hey Carlitos, come here, where the hell are you
Find me the flip-flops there, damn it, damn it!
Where the hell are you making a mess, damn it, huh?
I'm going to take off the belt, damn it!

July fifteenth and it's a cloudy day
It's like four or five eighteen
Carlitos' father starts drinking today
There's no milk in the fridge for Carlitos this time
He keeps turning that elbow to the front
Carlitos' mother is going out looking elegant
Where are you going with a diamond smile
Thinking of having fun and the mother who puts up with her, the mother who puts up with her
(what the hell, what the hell)
She gets her way and goes with the neighbor
Carlitos punished near an outhouse
The father comes in with an ugly reaction
Taking out his anger but with a belt
Forcing Carlitos to run to the room
He goes after him but doesn't come out for a while, but doesn't come out for a while

Look, come here, stay still there, I know what I'm doing
Stay calm, damn it! Take off your pants, I'm going to
put some cream on you, stay calm there, damn it.

There are social moments I see in the news
There are racial moments, that's what I see every day
There are family moments where they form a base
Not everyone qualifies, not everyone has class
Suddenly a scream heard from all sides
My people, oh my God, my son was killed
Forgive me, Lord
I see blood in my heart, and in my hands, Lord

Oh my God, what have I done
Oh my God, forgive me, please, oh my God

Something is happening
Something that I am seeing
My children are growing up
In a sick environment, in a sick environment, in a sick environment
I see my people falling, I see the children suffering
from the world
The angels of God
What happened, what happened
With the love of a father to a son
From a son to a father
But from a father to a son

What a mess in this house. Where is Carlitos?
Oh Marie, forgive me, where is Carlitos? I don't know what I've done.
What is that blood, what is that?
I can't explain, I can't explain. Carlitos! Carlitos!
Look, there's my son! No! not that!