Back home this time it did not worknWe saw chains being brokennToday the executioner swallowed his vocationnDeath was very nearnHe wanted screaming and he failednReality sentenced himnRage and pain in his heartnA crime he did not commitnFive years in the death rownNearly at the end he could breathenHe is hispanic, even worst if you are blacknYour life is their rewardnLike the hyenas on Neron's RomenWho's to die dispise younSecond time, start againnSomebody bought his salvationnThere's no better show in televisionnThey gotta search, and they will findnSomeone to blame and to killnThat society gave them powernnYou should not cry,nshow your pridenYou are not alonenWe're going high,nyou mustn't shut upnWith left handnWe gotta fightn