CANción de La Prisión
En Venezuela existen 17 internados judiciales, 9 centros penitenciarios
Un instituto femenino, 1 centro experimental, 1 penitenciaria
Y una cárcel nacional
Recintos que según informa el observatorio venezolano de prisiones
Albergarían una población reclusa de 21.135 reos
De los que solo el 37%, es decir 7.770 personas habrían recibido ya condena
Y 12.028 quiénes representarían más de la mitad de la población
Se encontrarían aún en situación de procesados
26 de junio hoy ya se cumplen 12 meses
Del día que fallece el único hijo del señor Julio
Con solo un disparo murió el niño de 11
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 que hace nada
Y bajo la almohada e Julio está la factura
La recarga y jura que esta noche la deuda será cobrada
Miéntras andaba recarga la caseína
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 12 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 como se perdona a un hijueputa
Que te mata un ser querido
Sin causa inducido por un vicio
Este himno es dedicado a
Seres humanos encerrados y asesinados 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 is way
And buy the freedom that' a high price for the poor
Díganme ustedes cómo se
Se perdona un hijueputa que
Te mata un ser querido
Y en su cráneo una bala le incrustan
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 con sus manos
Señores gobernantes ustedes que harían si está libre
Todavía el que les mate un hijo a sangre fría
La vida es venganza men
Aunque en consecuencias te mueras en el presidio
Esperando juicio y sentencia ven
Las negligencias del cuerpo penitenciario que
No regenera, si no genera más muertes al barrio
Pues solo es del barrio el cuerpo de ese infierno
Mientras cuellos blancos narcos gobiernan estos gobiernos, sí
Solo es del barrio claro el oprimido eterno
Mientras narcos cuellos blancos cuerpos reparten del cerdo
Yeah, 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 mato a mi hermano
Y en mi mano hubiera un arma de esas 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 is way
And buy the freedom that' 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
Por esos que han ignorado y les han robado
Voz y voto, vida, sueños, esperanzas
Ahnelos, oportunidad de cambios sinceros, seguridad
Entre rejas, balas, odio, muerte
A menos que el dinero en vez de la justicia les de libertad
Prison Song
In Venezuela there are 17 judicial inmates, 9 penitentiary centers
A women's institute, 1 experimental center, 1 penitentiary
And a national prison
Precincts that, according to the Venezuelan prison observatory,
They would house a prison population of 21,135 inmates
Of which only 37%, that is, 7,770 people, have already received a sentence
And 12,028 who would represent more than half of the population
They would still be in a situation of prosecution
June 26, today marks 12 months
From the day Mr. Julio's only son died
The 11-year-old boy died with just one shot
For refusing to be robbed by a thug that everyone knows
Since then all complaints have been ignored
Nobody has seen anything, nobody knows anything, nobody does anything
And under Julio's pillow is the bill
He recharges it and swears that tonight the debt will be collected
While walking, recharge the casein
As expected
See the son of a bitch after four corners
He walks slowly, the four in front of him stop
And Julio barely sees his face
Julio in the face
June 26, today marks 12 months
Of the day the murderer of the son of a man who died
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 is way
And buy the freedom that' at a high price for the poor
Tell me how
You forgive a son of a bitch who
A loved one kills you
And a bullet is embedded in his skull
If violence only generates more violence
It is obvious that injustices also
They cause unjust actions
This is a hymn dedicated to those brothers on board
For that justice that they later took into their own hands
Gentlemen rulers, what would you do if he is free?
Even if a son kills them in cold blood
Life is revenge men
Even if you die in prison as a result
Waiting for trial and sentence come
The negligence of the penitentiary body that
It does not regenerate, if it does not generate more deaths in the neighborhood
Well, the body of that hell is only from the neighborhood
While white collar drug traffickers rule these governments, yes
The eternal oppressed is only from the clear neighborhood
While drug traffickers white collars distribute bodies of the pig
Yeah, 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 is simply the voice of people that no one listens to.
And, in case one day I saw the one who killed my brother
And in my hand there would be one of those weapons that I reject so much.
Can I sing this hymn to myself
When they are putting the steel rings in 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 is way
And buy the freedom that' at a high price for the poor
This is not controversy, this is a call
From those silenced to those of the state
To spend a day with those locked up
For those who have ignored and been robbed
Voice and vote, life, dreams, hopes
Ahnelos, opportunity for sincere changes, security
Behind bars, bullets, hate, death
Unless money instead of justice gives them freedom