Una letra que hice en inglés, me salen mejor que en castellano... 6-2020

daddy paid for his upbringing

and he told me right before

baby dont do it to your little babies

for the price is never low

he had the prairie in his pupil

but sometimes the grass was on fire

cause the babies thats what they are eating

as they choke in a black cloud

a glass of milk is expensive

and a baby is easy to get

well my mommy always told me to go fuck myself

and she was still angry when i got there

i dont understand the grown ups

first they give you life then they kill

the one that used to be the lovely baby

and therefore you make a man

i was a couple times at the comissary

and cops really dont care

cause everybody gets in trouble

and you fall in a cold cold jail

so i got beat up and my father

in his pijamas came to pick me up

he didnt say a word to me

i wasnt something lost in his mind

last night i came home late

just to find that I hadnt changed

momma is now eighty years old

and she still thinks im a fuck up

she sees my father in my face

and i see nothing in hers

I dont understand how you can hate so much

the one that keeps you sane

when I came to this sorry misty London

there wasnt a tree to be found

now that they gave some bushes to us niggers

they say we can still count

I used to be a young man

so sorry for the world

I stuck my face inside satan's black mirror

and I lost my pretty home

who will lend a hand over here

I have prayed for this time i knew would come

I guess Im nothing but part of the elements

the sea the fire the sand the ore

i could take this solemn moment

to tell my mind to shut its fate

but the night is roaring closer

and its darkness getting dim

now Im near the loss of father

and my mommy is on a trip

and I trip on tips forgotten

that rust away my fingertips

if somebody knows my name

I hope its good to know

dont think of me like a fallen angel

just 'cause you are a beauty queen