Back home this time it did not work 

We saw chains being broken 

Today the executioner swallowed his vocation 

Death was very near 

He wanted screaming and he failed 

Reality sentenced him 

Rage and pain in his heart 

A crime he did not commit

Five years in the death row 

Nearly at the end he could breathe 

He is hispanic, even worst if you are black 

Your life is their reward 

Like the hyenas on Neron's Rome

Who's to die dispise you 

Second time, start again

Somebody bought his salvation 

There's no better show in television

They gotta search, and they will find 

Someone to blame and to kill 

That society gave them power 



You should not cry, 

show your pride

You are not alone

We're going high, 

you mustn't shut up 

With left hand 

We gotta fight 



[Music & Lyrics: JerÃÆ'³nimo Ramiro]