Cain, where is Abel?
Cain, where is Abel?
Like Cain who did not hear the plea
who had no mercy on the brother
The color of the skin
now it's the suit
and by her you are judged
Look at the fallen one in the sky
and silently asks himself:
Why if I haven't done anything serious, Lord?
He pleads with fear:
Please, please,
I can't breathe, I can't move.
And the one on top
squeeze and hold the gun
Cities fall
not because of unjust violence
but because the brothers are killing themselves
and an absent God
close your ears to the question:
Why, sir, if I haven't done anything wrong?
Is it because of the darkness of my skin?
Because of the night I'm wearing between my nails?
If my blood is red
and if it spills
will dye the hands of those who judge me.