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A mother crying*
Because her child has been imprisoned
In the juvenile detention
The same charges as always
With the fear of being deported
They see him as illegal
He asks himself “Where did I fail?
I was a mother and father
And I gave everything I can
How to make him understand
That for my children
I easily die
It's not criminal to be poor
I remember crying
Screaming for my mother
Who was never there
For the fucking rent
For the food
At home, alone, alone >He wonders “Where did I fail?
My poor mother
She has given me everything she has
But what I didn't find
What I wanted
Was a little your time”
I no longer know how many years I have left
Many springs have passed
I can't stop
I can't stop
Thinking about your love
That It's always with me
This number that they have given me
It will never be my identity
It is not criminal to be poor