In Venezuela, there are 17 judicial internment centers, 9 penitentiary centers
1 female institute, 1 experimental center, 1 penitentiary
And a national prison
Facilities that, according to the Venezuelan Prison Observatory,
Would house a prison population of 21,135 inmates
Of which only 37%, that is, 7,770 people, would have already been sentenced
And 12,028 who would represent more than half of the population
Would still be in a processed situation

Yao, it's Canserbero, Afro in the music
Hey Rotwaila
This is an anthem dedicated to those brothers

June 26, today marks 12 months
Since the day the only son of Mr. Julio passed away
With just one shot, the 11-year-old boy died
For refusing the robbery of a thug everyone knows
Since then, all complaints have been ignored
No one has seen anything, no one knows anything, no one does anything
And under Julio's pillow is the bill
He reloads and swears that tonight the debt will be collected
While walking, he reloads the magazine as expected
He sees the son of a bitch after four corners
Walks slowly, the four in front of him stops
And as soon as he sees his face, Julio, Julio in the face
June 26, today marks twelve months
Since the day the murderer of a man's son passed away
He will be locked up waiting for a sentence
Until a checkbook can prove his innocence
Tell me how to forgive a son of a bitch
Who kills a loved one without cause induced by a vice
This anthem is dedicated to human beings
Locked up and killed 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 to, how to forgive a son of a bitch
Who kills a loved one and a bullet is embedded in his skull
If violence only generates more violence
It's obvious that injustices also cause unjust actions
This is an anthem dedicated to those brothers embarked
By that justice they later took into their own hands
Governors, what would you do
If the one who kills your son in cold blood is still free
Life is revenge, man
Even if as a consequence you die in prison
Waiting for trial and sentence, see?
The negligence of the penitentiary body
That does not regenerate but generates more deaths in the neighborhood
Because only the one from the neighborhood is a guest of that hell
While white-collar narcos govern these governments
Yes, only the one from the neighborhood, of course, the eternal oppressed
While white-collar narco crows divide the pig already
If you ask me the reason for this song
Inspired in favor of 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 see the one who killed my brother
And in my hands, there was a weapon of those weapons that I so reject
I can sing this anthem to myself
When they are putting the steel rings on my arms

And here's a song to sing
For every man inside (this is the anthem for those who are locked up, yao')
If he can hear you sing, it's an open door
(I know you sing in an open door)
There's not a rich man there (The rich don't go there, yes)
Who couldn't pay his way
And buy the freedom that's a
High price for the poor (freedom is an impossible price for the poor man)

This is not controversy, this is a call
From the silenced to those of the state
To spend a day with the locked up
With those they have ignored and robbed
Voice and vote, life, dreams, hopes
Less opportunity for sincere change, security
Between bars, bullets, hate, death
Unless money instead
Of justice gives them freedom

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