8 o'clock on the dot, and like always, it seemed like a normal day
Two brothers and one destiny, one mother and one father
7 years old was the kid, that I come to you to sing
but I'm going to return myself one week back
My son of 18 years, began to derail
His average was too low, mean to his mother
Closed his door with a key, saying it was for his privacy
But of weapons in my house, he was hiding and arsenal
The Thursday of that week, I met a pair of his friends
They had a different face, they weren't people of his type
Of strange topics I stayed quite, with the intention of being his friend
And for not making him mad, I fulfilled every whim
And that was the last day
That my youngest son, to school he would go study
The cartels of the mafia would go fight
And with one stray bullet, they smashed my home
The surprise is fatal
That my son of 18 years is very much involved
With the death, the drugs, participates in cruelty
And in the death of his brother, he was the intellectual author
I'm another in the sum, nothing else
That is a daily victim in this corrupt society
We all know of someone who does damage to all others
And all their mistakes I used to ignore
And today I come to confess
The murderer that is in the streets, is a part of my household
One less that's loose, the world it will serve
If you know a son like mine, please denounce him now