Peace of Mind

Paz , Paz , Paz

Suenan los balazos en busca de paz

Like two peas in a pod

Cops on borderlands claiming corners in the name of America

While brown skinned brothers and sisters patrol streets 

Carrying a piece for peace

Pieces of them is all that’s left sometimes 

Sometimes nothing is left

Somewhere out there a mother crying

As a piece of herself is taken 

And a poor soul is trying to piece together how it’s life came to an end

For peace they said 

Peace, peace, peace

Paz, Paz, Paz

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