Jesucristo García

I set the date of my death with Satan
I tricked him and now there's no one to stop me
Reasoning is always so difficult, for me
What does it matter, if in the end everything always turns out well, upside down

I was born one fine day, my mother wasn't a virgin
The king didn't come, I didn't care either
I perform miracles, turn water into wine
I resurrect if I roll a joint

I'm Evaristo, the king of the deck
I live behind bars, I used to be a panel beater
The merchants took over my temple and applied anti-terrorist law

How much more do I need to be God, God, God
How much more do I need to convince
How much more do I need to be God, God, God
How much more do I need to convince

And I lost count of the times I loved you
I drove you crazy by putting you next to me
I poured out my soul in every verse I gave you, I gave you
I forgot, I have so many things left to say, to say

To meet those who are marginalized one day I found myself in heroin
There was even more, what a nightmare, crucified by pills

I'm Evaristo, the king of the deck
I live behind bars, I used to be a panel beater
The merchants took over my temple and applied anti-terrorist law

How much more do I need to be God, God, God
How much more do I need to convince
How much more do I need to be God, God, God
How much more do I need to convince