CANción de la Prisión - Canserbero

26 de Junio, hoy ya se cumplen doce meses

Del día que fallece el único hijo del señor Julio

Con un solo disparo murió el niño de once

Por negarse al robo de un matón que todos conocen

Desde entonces todas las denuncias son ignoradas

Nadie ha visto nada, nadie sabe nada, nadie aquí hace nada

Y bajo la almohada 'e Julio 'ta la factura 'e la recarga

Y jura que esta noche la deuda será cobrada

Mientras andaba, recarga la caserina

Como se esperaba, ve al hijueputa después de cuatro esquinas

Camina lento, la cuatro frente a él se para

Y apenas le ve la cara, Julio, Julio en la cara le…

26 de Junio, hoy ya se cumplen doce meses

Del día que fallece el asesino del hijo de un hombre que

Estará encerrado esperando sentencia

Hasta que una chequera pueda comprobar su inocencia

Díganme cómo se perdona a un hijueputa

Que te mata a un ser querido sin causa, inducido por un vicio

Este himno es dedicado a seres humanos

Encerrados y asesinado antes de un juicio

And here’s a song to sing for every man inside

If he can hear you sing, it’s an open door

There’s not a rich man there who couldn’t pay his way

And buy the freedom that’s a high price for the poor

Díganme ustedes como se, se perdona a un hijueputa

Que te mata a un ser querido y en su cráneo una bala le incrusta

Si la violencia solo genera más violencia

Es obvio que las injusticias también causan acciones injustas

Este es un himno dedicado a esos hermanos embarcados

Por esa justicia que tomaron luego por sus manos

¿Señores gobernantes, ustedes qué harían

Si está libre todavía el que les mata un hijo a sangre fría?

La vida es venganza, men

Aunque a consecuencia te mueras en el presidio

Esperando jucio y sentencia, ¿ven?

Las negligencias del cuerpo penitenciario

Que no regenera, sino genera más muertes al barrio

Pues solo el del barrio es huésped de ese infierno

Mientras cuellos blancos narcos gobiernan estos gobiernos

Sí, solo el del barrio, claro, el oprimido eterno

Mientras narcos cuellos blancos cuervos reparten el cerdo

Si me preguntan la razón de esta canción

Inspirada en pro a los derechos humanos en la prisión

Les diré que no es pa' crear polémicas ni luchas

Simplemente es la voz de una gente que nadie escucha

Y por si algún día viera al que mató a mi hermano

Y en mis manos hubiera una arma de esas armas que tanto rechazo

Puedo yo entonar este himno a mí mismo

Cuando estén poniéndome los aros de acero en los brazos

And here’s a song to sing for every man inside

If he can hear you sing, it’s an open door

There’s not a rich man there who couldn’t pay his way

And buy the freedom that’s a high price for the poor

Esto no es polémica, esto es un llamado

De parte de los silenciados a los del Estado

A pasar un día con los encerrados

Con esos que han ignorado y les han robado

Voz y voto, vida, sueños, esperanzas, menos oportunidad

De cambio sincero, seguridad entre rejas, balas, odio, muerte

A menos que el dinero en vez de la justicia les dé libertad

June 26, today marks twelve months

On the day that the only son of Mr. Julio dies

With a single shot the eleven-year-old boy died

For refusing to steal from a thug everyone knows

Since then all complaints are ignored

Nobody has seen anything, nobody knows anything, nobody here does anything

And under the pillow 'and Julio' is the bill 'and the recharge

And he swears tonight the debt will be collected

While he was walking, he recharges the caserina

As expected, see the motherfucker after four corners

He walks slowly, the four in front of him stop

And he barely sees his face, Julio, Julio in his face…

June 26, today marks twelve months

On the day that the murderer of the son of a man dies

He will be locked up awaiting sentence

Until a checkbook can prove your innocence

Tell me how to forgive a son of a bitch

That a loved one kills you without cause, induced by a vice

This hymn is dedicated to human beings

Locked up and murdered before a trial

And here's a song to sing for every man inside

If he can hear you sing, it's an open door

There's not a rich man there who couldn't pay his way

And buy the freedom that's a high price for the poor

Tell me how I know, a son of a bitch can be forgiven

That kills a loved one and a bullet embeds him in his skull

If violence only breeds more violence

It is obvious that injustices also cause unjust actions

This is a hymn dedicated to those brothers embarked

For that justice that they later took by their hands

Governors, what would you do?

If he who kills a son in cold blood is still free?

Life is revenge, man

Even if you die in prison as a result

Waiting for trial and sentence, see?

The negligence of the penitentiary body

That does not regenerate, but generates more deaths in the neighborhood

Well, only the one from the neighborhood is a guest of that hell

While white collar drug dealers rule these governments

Yes, only the one from the neighborhood, of course, the eternal oppressed

While narcos white necks crows distribute the pig

If you ask me the reason for this song

Inspired by human rights in prison

I will tell you that it is not to create controversies or fights

It's just the voice of a people that no one listens to

And in case one day I saw the one who killed my brother

And in my hands there would be a weapon of those weapons that I reject so much

Can I sing this hymn to myself

When they're putting the steel rings on my arms

And here's a song to sing for every man inside

If he can hear you sing, it's an open door

There's not a rich man there who couldn't pay his way

And buy the freedom that's a high price for the poor

This is not polemic, this is a call

From the silenced to the State

To spend a day with those locked up

With those who have ignored and stolen

Voice and vote, life, dreams, hopes, less opportunity

Of sincere change, security behind bars, bullets, hate, death

Unless money instead of justice gives them freedom