Over our souls
The trace of humiliation
Over our backs
The despair of the humiliated
We should be
Must we be
We should be like them
The trace of our blood
Across the fucking city
They put their feet
Over our tears
They put their hands
Over our dreams
We should be
Must we be
We should be like them
Black lungs
Broken bones
Innocence destroyed
Only their profits matter
We should be
Must we be
We should be like them
Escrita por: Robinson Velásquez