It was the morning of October 6th, 1960 I was wearing my brown suit Preparing to leave the house of D Shook some hands then adios Brooklyn, amigos
Maybe some of them had hopes of seeing me again Some even said that my judge- Judge Gerald Culkin- Wouldn´t play it by the book Maybe let us off the hook But, woh-oo-woh, I knew better
Afraid to leave the projects To cross into another neighborhood The blancos and the nigga gangs Well, they´d kill you if they could
Angel of mercy, people are suffering All over the world Spanish children are taught on their knees To believe
Angel of mercy, people are suffering All over the island tonight Mothers weep Sisters grieve
Well, I entered the courtroom, state of New York County of New York, just some spic They scrubbed off the sidewalk Guilty by my dress Guilty in the press Let the Capeman burn for the murder Well the "spanish boys" had their day in court And now it was time for some fucking law and order The electric chair For the greasy pair Said the judge to the court reporter
Afraid to leave the projects To cross into another neighborhood The newspapers and the t.v. crews Well, they´d kill you if they could
Angel of mercy, people are suffering All over the world A spanish boy could be killed every night of The week
But just let some white boy die And the world goes crazy for blood - latin blood I don´t lie when I speak Well they shackled my hands A heavy belt around my waist to restrain me
And they shackled my legs Hernandez, the "umbrella man," chained beside me Then we rode that black mariah Through the streets of Spanish Harlem Calling old friends on the corners Just to lay our prayers upon them
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