Like a poisoned Latino
Who is saying that the future is today
He is walking sideways
Common crab in the middle of New York
Don't get burned if they call you Chicano
Yes walking through the sky you go
You could tell the gringo your brother
Where do you think what you smoke comes from.
With sevillana on one side
Trying not to get her out of there
This neighborhood is already salty
But the traffic has to get out.
Don't burn me, I'm already screaming a little
And I don't want to lose my reputation
You already know I have a reputation for being crazy
And in this neighborhood they sing another song

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