Jesucristo García

I specified the date of my death with satan
I cheated on him and now there is no one to stop me
The feet
Reasoning is always so difficult for me
What does it matter, if in the end everything always works out for me?
Well, backwards

I was born on a fine day, my mother was not a virgin
The king didn't come, I didn't care either
I work miracles, I turn water into wine
I come back to life if I make a joint
I am Evaristo the king of the deck, I live behind bars
Before it was a sheet metal worker, the merchants occupied
My temple and they applied anti-terrorist law to me

What more do I need to be god, god, god
The more I need to convince
What more do I need to be god, god, god
The more I need to convince

And I lost count of the times I loved you
I unhinged your life by putting it next to me

I vomited my soul in every verse that I gave you, that I gave you
I forgot, I have so many things left to say, to say

To know how much is marginalized
One day I found myself involved in heroin
There was even more, what a nightmare
Crucified on pills
I am Evaristo the king of the deck
I live behind bars before I was a metal worker
The merchants occupied my temple
And they applied anti-terrorist law to me

What more do I need to be god, god, god
The more I need to convince
What more do I need to be god, god, god
The more I need to convince
The more, the more, the more
The more, the more, the more