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: Jerónimo Ramiro]