Praying
At night before I sleep I pray,
I ask the lord,
Do I really want to see another day?
Whats all this killing for?
Day after day barrio war.
At the age of twelve chavalitos dying,
through the thickness of the day,
all you hear is jefitas crying.
Families torn apart,
like a bullet through the heart.
Is there a hell down below?
Or is this the farthest we can go?
But I guess thats life,
in the barrio you struggle to survive.
At night before I sleep I pray,
I ask the lord,
Do I really want to see another day?
Whats all this killing for?
Day after day barrio war.
At the age of twelve chavalitos dying,
through the thickness of the day,
all you hear is jefitas crying.
Families torn apart,
like a bullet through the heart.
Is there a hell down below?
Or is this the farthest we can go?
But I guess thats life,
in the barrio you struggle to survive.