Mirate Al Espejo

Father, look at yourself in the mirror
And what do you see?
How you destroy your family
By your drinking, smoking, tripping
Partying in the streets

Father, look at yourself in the mirror
And what do you see?
How they take away your son
And you'll see him in jail
Or dead in one of those funerals

Father, look at yourself in the mirror
And what do you see?
How you destroy your family
By your drinking, smoking, tripping
Partying in the streets

Father, look at yourself in the mirror
And what do you see?
How they take away your son
And you'll see him in jail
Or dead in one of those funerals

When I was a kid...
I was getting into trouble and rolling joints
On the way to school, I smoked
And got caught up in it
That's how I partied
In the classroom, I caused trouble
One day the teacher got on my nerves
And I stabbed him with my knife
How foolish he was, he sought his end
Not to mess with the great Charlie Motin
I don't know what the hell I was thinking
But the teacher couldn't take away my ranking
I started getting into residential areas
I started to enjoy
The metals
I became a brother to the abnormal ones
And that was the beginning of all my troubles
I couldn't stand being bald
And disguised on guard duty
I left several people injured
That was a foul
With the teasing
I wasn't as highly ranked
And I fought,
War after war
And I lived
Death after death
And I consumed
Drug after drug
I graduated from the streetschool with a diploma
I left them in a coma
If I went out and caught them in my Sonoma
I ran over them and squealed the tires
Dad, it's no joke
Yes, and during the week, smoking marijuana
I killed whoever I wanted
Months passed and everything got worse
Because it spread in the streets that I was an abuser
And with honor, I was getting into trouble
I didn't care, I abused and a lot of crap they talked
They got tired, they snitched
And they tracked me down
And while I was sleeping, the C.I.C. came in
They locked me up
And coming out of admissions
They sat me in the little chair
Oh daddy, I didn't know
That one day Charlie Motin
Would fall into this hole
While I heard it, I felt it
That they took my life
There were like twelve men who buried me with flowers
It was my fault
I knew this would come
My trajectory as an abuser
Just as I didn't forgive
They didn't want to give me forgiveness

Father, look at yourself in the mirror
And what do you see?
How you destroy your family
By your drinking, smoking, tripping
Partying in the streets

Father, look at yourself in the mirror
And what do you see?
How they take away your son
And you'll see him in jail
Or dead in one of those funerals

Father, look at yourself in the mirror
And what do you see?
How you destroy your family
By your drinking, smoking, tripping
Partying in the streets

Father, look at yourself in the mirror
And what do you see?
How they take away your son
And you'll see him in jail
Or dead in one of those funerals

And what do you see?