This is the story of a death row inmate who
He writes a letter from prison the night before
Being executed, the letter was addressed to his parents who
They gave him life but also the misfortune of his bis life
I want to address you who gave me life but
Also my misfortune, you two are guilty of my misfortune
Tomorrow I will be executed for my crimes that I committed but have done
Reflection and I know that I can't fix my mistake because it's too late
And remembering I realized what you could avoid and did not
They made
When I was a child I asked for things with rudeness and if I didn't
Daban threw me to the ground and rolled around, because instead of running
To give me what I asked for, they didn't give me a strap, maybe I would have learned
Quick, because he was a child, then when he came home from school and told you
Mom look what I stole from my partner, instead of telling me to keep it
Son, you didn't tell me so we're going to deliver it again, so I get used to it
Not only to steal pencils and books, but I started stealing money and you
You said well with this I will buy hair paint, and you dad because
When I turned eighteen instead of giving myself a car and a credit card
You didn't tell me, well, son, it's time to start working, and because instead of
That when he came to my house with girls you gave me some pills to
Drug her and thus rape her, because you didn't teach me to respect her, what about things
I wouldn't have learned if you had taught me but you didn't
I am here but I should not be executed, only you should be
Here waiting for the moment to be executed too, parents who
You can read this letter I ask you to teach your children values and principles
And educate good men and women so that they do not experience the misfortune of
Life that I lived, God in your hands I commend my soul
This is the story of a death row inmate who
Write a letter from prison the night before
Being executed, the letter was addressed to his parents who
They gave him life but also his bis life misfortune
