And who would say that you could come to destroy me? And who would believe that they already knew? Blood of my blood, I know that they will pay for this wound. Today I will become their nightmare. This morning I received a call from a fan. That's why I keep the same cell phone. The point is that on my album I said first If they abuse you, communicate with you. He told me, he told his mother and never listened to her. He is 16, the thing started at 4. Social workers visited his home. Everything was fine, outside and normal. How his life was a hell, it was his duty to protect his little brothers. Sexual abuse with maternal ambition. My criminal instinct, I had to control. I achieved my composure by speaking pure lies. Forgive my daughter, but there is only one. It would be nonsense that I did not even believe that this is the radio version. With Kanye and Gacía. For me death is the only justice. So that a minor of his innocence can escape. And who would say that you could come to destroy me? And who would believe that they already knew? Blood of my blood. I know they will pay for this wound. Today I will become their nightmare. She saw violence as an alternative. And I channeled her negative into positive. In this death without feeling it, I had to fix it. I did something for my neighbor, not for myself. That all our problems together are small. Next to what many kids live. Invest millions in advertising. Do not choose for children, for adults confining. Until when are we going to do something? The world is not getting worse. They are imitating what they see. It's my fault and everyone sees it. Even the church has allowed sexual abuse against girls. Let's talk about things as they are once. Without a warm cloth, you touched a baby. You're going to kill me, friend. Where is he from? No jury, no judge. Who has that power? The almighty, only he. For me death is the only justice. So that a minor of his innocence can escape. The fire that I contain burns through my veins. It will be so difficult to erase those footprints. I live in the agony of closing the door. Without knowing if at dawn someone wakes me up. And who would say that you could come to destroy me? And who would believe that they already knew? Blood of my blood. And I know they will pay for this wound. Today I will become their nightmare. For more UN videos visit www.un.org