Disposal Zone

Here the map has a line
On this side, no one hears the shot
On that side, the state is a rifle
On this side, the state is retreat

I was born in the zone with no name in the news
Just a number in a police report
My body is a statistic, not a sign
Of a life worth being normal

They decide who breathes
They decide who stays silent
On a straight, cold line
That cuts the slum from the living room

Disposal zone
Territory without value
Here life is leftover
Of what pain left behind
I'm not a citizen
I'm a moving target
Disposal zone
My last address

Armored in the street, the siren is an anthem
Every alley is a sentence without trial
Gang, uniform, same road
Only the uniform of suffering changes

Who decides who lives
Who decides who dies
On the line of the map
That no one comes to save

Disposal zone
Territory without value
Here life is leftover
Of what pain left behind

On this side, no one hears the shot
On that side they don't even hear the silence