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ItwasthemorningofOctober6th,1960IwaswearingmybrownsuitPreparingtoleavethehouseofD.ShooksomehandsthenadiosBrooklynamigosMaybesomeofthemhadhopesofseeingmeagainSomeevensaidthatmyjudge-J

It was the morning of October 6th, 1960I was wearing my brown suitPreparing to leave the house of D.Shook some hands then adios Brooklyn amigosMaybe some of them had hopes of seeing me againSome even said that my judge-Judge Gerald Culkin-Wouldn't play it by the bookMaybe let us off the hookBut, WOH-OO-WOH, I knew better.Afraid to leave the projectsTo cross into another neighborhoodThe blancos and the nigger gangsWell, they'd kill you if they could.Angel of Mercy, people are sufferingAll over the worldSpanish children are taught on their knees to believeAngel of Mercy, people are sufferingAll over the island tonight,Mothers weepSisters grieve.Well, I entered the courtroom, state of New YorkCounty of New York, just some spicThey scrubbed off the sidewalkGuilty by my dressGuilty in the pressLet The Capeman burn for the murderWell the 'Spanish boys' had their day in courtAnd now it was time for some fuckin' law and orderThe electric chairFor the greasy pairSaid the judge to the court reporterAfraid to leave the projectsTo cross into another neighborhoodThe newspapers and the T.V. crewsWell, they'd kill you if they couldAngel of Mercy, people are sufferingAll over the worldA Spanish boy could be killed every night of the weekBut just let some white boy dieAnd the world goes crazy for blood-Latin blood.I don't lie when I speak.Well they shackled my handsA heavy belt around my waist to restrain meAnd they shackled my legsHernandez, the 'Umbrella Man,' chained beside meThen we rode that Black MariaThrough the streets of Spanish HarlemCalling old friends on the cornersJust to lay our prayers upon themCryingAdios Hermanos, Adios李晗2021-04-10 08:35:06It was the morning of October 6th, 1960I was wearing my brown suitPreparing to leave the house of D.Shook some hands then adios Brooklyn amigosMaybe some of them had hopes of seeing me againSome even said that my judge-Judge Gerald Culkin-Wouldn't play it by the bookMaybe let us off the hookBut, WOH-OO-WOH, I knew better.SAL & SALVADORAfraid to leave the projectsTo cross into another neighborhoodSALThe blancos and the nigger gangsWell, they'd kill you if they could.AUREA & WOMENAngel of Mercy, people are sufferingAll over the worldSpanish children are taught on their knees to believeAngel of Mercy, people are sufferingAll over the island tonight,Mothers weepSAL & AUREASisters grieve.SALWell, I entered the courtroom, state of New YorkCounty of New York, just some spicThey scrubbed off the sidewalkGuilty by my dressGuilty in the pressLet The Capeman burn for the murderWell the 'Spanish boys' had their day in courtAnd now it was time for some fuckin' law and orderThe electric chairFor the greasy pairSaid the judge to the court reporterSAL & SALVADORAfraid to leave the projectsTo cross into another neighborhoodSALVADORThe newspapers and the T.V. crewsWell, they'd kill you if they couldAUREA & WOMENAngel of Mercy, people are sufferingAll over the worldA Spanish boy could be killed every night of the weekSALBut just let some white boy dieAnd the world goes crazy for blood-Latin blood.I don't lie when I speak.SAL & SALVADORWell they shackled my handsSALA heavy belt around my waist to restrain meSAL & SALVADORAnd they shackled my legsSALHernandez, the 'Umbrella Man,' chained beside meThen we rode that Black MariaThrough the streets of Spanish HarlemCalling old friends on the cornersSAL & AUREAJust to lay our prayers upon themSALCryingAdios Hermanos, Adios