Eight o'clock and as always, it seemed like a normal day
two brothers and a destiny, a mother and a father
seven years I had the child, from which I come to sing
but I'm going to go back a week to back
My son, the 18-year-old, started to derail
his average was very low, rude to his mom
saw the room with a key, say your privacy
but of weapons in my house, he was hiding an arsenal
On Thursday of that week, I met him a couple of friends
They wore another face, they were not people of their type
Weird things kept me quiet, with such me being your friend
and for not seeing him angry, he fulfilled any whim
And that day was the end
that the youngest son to school would go to study
the posters of the mafia accounts were going to match
and with a stray bullet, my home was destroyed
The surprise is fatal
that the son of 18 very involved is
with death, with drugs, participate in cruelty
and in the death of his brother he was the intellectual author
I am another in the sum nothing more
who is a victim of the newspaper in corrupt society
we all know of someone who harms others
and his mistakes I used to overlap
And today I come to reveal
the bully who walks on the street, is part of my home
one unless you walk loose to the world will serve you
If you know a son equal to mine, please report now
Only among all we can make this a better place :)