[Verse One]
Ever faced the magic of a woman
When she got your heart in her teeth?
Ever brushed your chest against her breasts
And thought, um…I’ll never leave
Ever know you could kill someone just by saying goodbye?
Ever told the truth just so you could conceal your lie?
Oh my what an illusion is this life
We become attached to breathing and shit
But we all gotta die
I don’t care when people compare me to musicians
Sayin’ this name, that name, so-so, 3k, uh, Bob Dylan
Call my shit too lame, call it hot flame. It don’t matter
What they call it cuz I soak up they comments
Like they was penicillin
Cuz I’m ill with the sickness I’m fresh with the funk
Light with the dark. I make a dead monk, head bump with the skills
I keep on spillin’
So tell me what your feelin and what your not feelin!
Love or hate it homie, when a crème puff act tough speak up
That mean they stuck in his feelins’
Oh yeah what’d you say with your hate it? That mean you feel it
[Chorus]
They say, “Papacito!”
They say, “Ven Myrlindo.”
They say don’t keep your eyes closed
Look at me in my face
They say, “Papacito!”
They say, “Ven Myrlindo.”
They say don’t keep your eyes closed
Look at me in my face
Don’t-ta don’t-ta don’t keep your eyes closed
Don’t-ta don’t-ta don’t keep your eyes closed
Don’t-ta don’t-ta don’t keep your eyes closed
They say, “Papacito!”
They say, “Ven Myrlindo.”
They say don’t keep your eyes closed
Look at me in my face
[Verse Two]
Ain’t it amazin’ how I’m penatratin’ this vibe through your mind
With this syllabic rotation
I know people listen to this song a thousand times
Before they clued into what I was sayin’
Shout out to a puerta rican abuelita stirrin’ rice in a pot in la cocina
One time for the chicanita out in Eas Los tagin up a wall like que viva
Viva la raza
Viva Zapata
Viva su mama
Viva su vivo
Amigos o enemigos somos todos gente
Somos todos people
Sun be to light what blood be to heart
Sun be to light what dream be to art
My fingers crack on keyboards in the dark
I close my eyes and dream up all the pretty little sparks
[Chorus]
They say, “Papacito!”
They say, “Ven Myrlindo.”
They say don’t keep your eyes closed
Look at me in my face
They say, “Papacito!”
They say, “Ven Myrlindo.”
They say don’t keep your eyes closed
Look at me in my face
Don’t-ta don’t-ta don’t keep your eyes closed
Don’t-ta don’t-ta don’t keep your eyes closed
Don’t-ta don’t-ta don’t keep your eyes closed
They say, “Papacito!”
They say, “Ven Myrlindo.”
They say don’t keep your eyes closed
Look at me in my face
America there’s blood on your face
America my blood is on your face
America your blood is in my veins
America watch me war paint
Got a peace pipe when I peace step lookin’ for a better way
But if it gotta be blood I beat the war drum with my crazy legs
Like Sittin bull b-boy steppin’ like a weapon up on this stage
Flames of rage kindle to hate
We raise boys to have killer rage
The complicit think themselves good, but vote
For the white supremacist and look away
I am man. Frame me colorful. I’m multitudes
I reject the standard of masculinity pressed to me for patriarchal servitude
At my momma house I wash plates
Paint nails. Fishtail. French braid
I’m gentle. I’m fierce. I’m brave. I hurt. I ache. I build. I break
I’m a man, you can’t take that away
Don’t confuse my grace for a lack of strength
Mestisaje in mi sangre compadre lets parlay
I was raised for the war games, but I been winnin’ since I’ve been
Peacefully unafraid. Knowing I could die in any way
I could do the most taboo To Wong Foo for you
In your war room just to make you afraid
Regardless any real human in the place goin say my fuckin name
