In the hand.

Quarter of the city´s rich, a quarter middle class and half poor.
There´s no sweet revolution,
but armed robbery in everyday motion.
One day the carefree lady I knew, she refused their demands.
Because she would not give, she would not open her...
So she got a bullet in the hand.
When you see their slums, undesirable homes, their lives.
you´d understand.
The underhanded scams that leave the poor,
with no way to afford,
for their children, for their meals for their landlord.
And we call them devils as they go out with a pistol,
a bad element and a notion of survival.
Next time it could be in the head.
Because you never thought about it.