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 wooo I knew better.
Salvador Afraid to leave the projects To cross into another neighborhood The blancos and the nigger gangs Well they'd kill us if they could.
Aurea & Women 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.
Sal 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 murders.
Salvador The 'Spanish boys' had their day in court room
Sal And now it was time for some fuckin' law and order "The electric chair For the greasy pair?" Said the judge to the court reporter.
Salvador Afraid to leave the projects To cross into another neighborhood The newspapers and the TV crews Well they'd kill you if they could
Aurea & Women Angel of Mercy, well people are suffering All over the world
Sal 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.
Sal & Salvador Well they shackled my hands A heavy belt around my waist to restrain me
Sal And they shackled my legs Hernandez, the "Umbrella Man" chained beside me. Then we rode that black mariah trough the streets of Spanish Harlem
Salvador Calling old friends on the corners Just to lay our prayers upon them