Mi Santo

Saint, protect me from this cursed life
That wraps you up in fame and cash
And all the pretty things
Saint, protect me from this cursed life
That wraps you up in fame and cash
And all the pretty things

We drop down, tighten up, get high, and roll
Flying wild, getting robbed, all messed up
I got my own, you’re just borrowing from your buddy
Came up rough, raised with no manners

They call me old man for my voice and the crew I roll with
But really, I’m like Hector, Tego, and Julio Voltio
Bold but respectful for the life I got
Nicknamed the tamer of tough guys, the tamer of crazies
And sometimes I’m crazy like Héctor Lavoe

I also bring the salsa
Like Willie Colón, just like Joe
Arroyo singing rebellion
I make everyone cry like Óscar de León
We start off flashy
I pull out the heat, tighten up, we talk like thugs
We’re all black and tough, throwing punches and shots
Earning all the respect, 3279, the real movement

Saint, protect me from this cursed life
That wraps you up in fame and cash
And all the pretty things
Saint, protect me from this cursed life
That wraps you up in fame and cash
And all the pretty things

So get it going, if not
Let’s roll and throw down, there’s plenty of heat here
And a few tricks up our sleeves
Thinking about the thousands, hoping the fool doesn’t wake up
If they want war, they better set their watches
Get their blimps in line

Parakeet, beep beep
Parakeet, bang bang
In the hood, the clamps are coming and going
On the corner, all the ringtones, the kids don’t back down
Waiting for the moment to finally score

Saint, protect me from this cursed life
That wraps you up in fame and cash
And all the pretty things
Saint, protect me from this cursed life
That wraps you up in fame and cash
And all the pretty things