Santería (part. LaBlackie)

I come from a family of eleven, and I got seven brothers who’ve been locked up,
one got locked up for drugs.
I got another one who did three years in New York, right here.
Another one also for drugs, he did two years.
My sister who was 27, shot her husband in the eye
'Cause he hit her, and you know, she went crazy.
And I got another one who went to jail for selling drugs.

Unforgettable stories,
in every neighborhood, troubles arise.
Cracks, dampness, Rubén Blades plays.
It's normal for some to smoke crack to escape this super madness.
These realities aren’t sustainable, yeah.
The kids suffer, the parents suffer too.
Wishing it wasn’t true but sadly, it is.
Maybe no one helps, and wires get crossed.
Making money off someone else's pain is pretty profitable, yo.
Gangsters cry too, a coffin with just one picture.
I cross the city at night, that’s when the city comes alive, in an old '95 Explorer.
A lady in front of me talked about emigrating and the journeys,
While counting coins to use in the laundromat.
What does her son do up early so he can sleep all day?
She says it’s an evil eye, or something from santería (wow).

Hey, I trusted luck to see if it lasts (to see if it lasts).
In the situation, read the scriptures (the scriptures).
I’m down low like from the waist (from the waist).
Hey, life puts you in your place, yeah.
I trusted luck to see if it lasts (to see if it lasts).
In the situation, read the scriptures (the scriptures).
I’m down low like from the waist (from the waist).
Hey, life puts you in your place (yeah).

Only child, single mom.
There’s depression at home, but she doesn’t notice.
Waiting for my dad, the letter never arrives.
The one above can forget me and bless my grandma.
I’m broken, comes from family, this is insanity (insanity).
They have dreams and I have anxiety.
I’ve got dark circles from thinking about you (thinking about you).
My mind’s stuck in a loop, only thinks of pi (only thinks of pi).
The past haunts me, and man, it gets to me (gets to me).
I’m a prodigy girl for how well I keep going (keep going).
With everything that’s happened, it’s normal I don’t trust (don’t trust).
I enjoy the storm and hate when the sun shines.
What madness that my calm comes from my trauma.
I carry my sorrows on my back, the good takes time.
Sometimes forgetting saves, but it doesn’t save (-saves).
I’m smoking what the heart keeps (heart keeps), ah, yeah.

Hey, I trusted luck to see if it lasts (to see if it lasts).
In the situation, read the scriptures (the scriptures).
I’m down low like from the waist (from the waist).
Hey, life puts you in your place, yeah.
I trusted luck to see if it lasts (to see if it lasts).
In the situation, read the scriptures (the scriptures).
I’m down low like from the waist (waist).
Hey, life puts you in your place.

Hey, yeah-eh.
No, oh-oh.
Shu-ru-ru-ru, oh-oh, yeah.
Mm-mmm.
Mm-mmm, mmm.
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Let youth arrive.
Yo, I think what I do is movement music 'cause I’ve always been on the move.
Movement at first to get them to listen to me.
Then movement when I recorded an album.
Then movement to counter other movements.
So in some way, I reflect what happens around me.