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
Diary of a Soñador 