Eight o'clock and as always, seemed a normal day
two brothers and a destination, a mother and a father
seven years had a child, which I come to sing
but I will return me a week ago
My son, 18, began to derail
their average was low, rude with her mom
sawed the locked room, supposedly your privacy
but weapons in my house, hiding an arsenal
On Thursday of that week, I met a couple of friends
another countenance it wore, were not people of its kind
strange things shut me, provided I be your friend
and not see him angry, he fulfilled every whim
And that day was the final
the youngest child go to school to study
cartels accounts mafia would joust
and a stray bullet, I tore my home
The surprise is fatal
the son of 18 heavily involved this
death, drug, participates in cruelty
and the death of his brother was the mastermind
I am another in the sum nothing
which is a victim of the corrupt society journal
we all know someone who hurts others
and mistakes I used to overlap
And today I come to reveal
the bully who walks in the street, is part of my home
one less than run loose the world will serve
if you know a child like mine, please complaint and