I long for it still to be a lie, that today I'll see you
I remember 5 months ago praying "Dear God, make it not be true"
Mami's not yelling at you to pick your Chuck Taylors off the floor so Abeula doesn't fall down
Nobody can bring themself to even go near the scene of the crime downtown
If I would've known the ride in your van home the night of the fateful dance
Was the last time I'd have seen you even though I was in trouble I would have relished that chance
I think you knew the night of the rumble when you hugged me to you were about to die
When you hugged me to you and told me "I love you Hermanita please don't cry"
I begged you not to go, and Anita begged as well
I wish I would've went against your wishes when you made me promise not to tell
You said you had to go, you were the leader, it was your job
I hate New York, I hate these streets, for on them three lifes I loved were robbed
I know you still watch me, dear brother, I know you are looking over me
But that's not good enough, it's not fair, that your face and smile I can't see