Who knows if this will be my last
Maybe in some hours I would be gone
With the peppers from their guns
Maybe we should say our last prayers
For the mischief we've done instead of the Lord's prayer we chant
Our streets are graveyard with our stained flags
Death knocks,my heart bleeds
What if my friend despise me for life?
Because of gun wounds
Maybe my dreams is at the brink of abortion
Because of our monsters called leaders
But Remember me!
Tell the generations that will come
After the aftermath of this
That a man died with his dream
With guns,not his sleep