Intolerante

They've come here to this land,
To search for the beans,
Those that your parents and their siblings
Also went looking for.

No one gives them anything,
Let’s see if they get it straight,
Those who preach so much,
That there’s no work here either.

It’s easier to unload,
Frustration on the weakest,
Time will eventually place,
Everyone in their spot.

You’re intolerant,
A whole lot of bullshit,
A rebel with a top hat,
A piece of gum stuck to the pavement,
That in the end leaves no trace.
A scaffold made of sand,
A violet without a sentence,
A whisper of chains,
When you talk to me about freedom.

Day laborers of life,
Working is their sentence,
First looking for food,
Then making the raft.

Running through their veins,
Blood of ancient slaves,
And in the concrete jungle,
More chains, more laments.

With their faces uncovered,
Racists stroll around,
Power gives impunity,
Extermination in my city.

You’re intolerant,
Like a lost soul,
A backstabbing traitor,
The one who sells out their mother,
To feel less like shit.
A brain that doesn’t think,
A coward that’s disgusting and sad,
A stormy night,
May a thousand lightning bolts split you in two.

Walking among the shadows of indecision,
I’ve discovered it’s better to crash,
Against failure, pain, and the good taste,
That the loser’s eternal struggle leaves behind.

I want to sleep, I want to sleep, I want to sleep,
Sorry for you.