Si Miro Patrás

I don’t see them leaving me anything if I look back
I feel like I’m earning my keep with hard work
Maybe something might slip away from me
But I’m usually ready to have everything on point

A lot of people talk big, but then do nothing
I brush off all those cocky fools
Less bragging and more real talk
I’m the one who puts the punctuation in all my lines

You spit so much venom when you talk
I’ve healed all my wounds and now I’m on the mend
Think it over twice before you give your opinion
There’s also the right to stay quiet

A hundred percent of the real people
Don’t waste time talking about others’ business
That’s the kind of people I want to stick with
Food gets cold on the table when you talk too much

If my home has taught me anything
And the facades of my street
It’s that on the outside they’re simple
And on the inside, they have the details
I want everyone who passes by my house
As long as they don’t speak ill of anyone
Lies are lies
And truths are truths

Words are like coins
That roll from hand to hand
And none of them stick around
Their mouths fill with curses
They pray to the Nazarene
But betray their own brothers

You all are better off quiet
If I look back, you’re the ones who scare me the least
I usually keep
A calm mind to get to recording

You can see the bad vibes from here to Gibraltar
I’m gonna slick my hair back with the crap I hear
You’ll see how slick I look with my hair back
My family is at peace and that’s all I’m looking for

I have more plans to escape
But it makes me dumb to see where we’ve ended up
Now that we’re all here, I’m not moving from this spot
What would Luisito think of everything that’s happened?

If my home has taught me anything
And the facades of my street
It’s that on the outside they’re simple
And on the inside, they have the details
I want everyone who passes by my house
As long as they don’t speak ill of anyone
I have fewer and fewer left
But I know they’re loyal

Words are like coins
That roll from hand to hand
And none of them stick around
Their mouths fill with curses
They pray to the Nazarene
But betray their own brothers

Words are like coins
That roll from hand to hand
And none of them stick around
Their mouths fill with curses
They pray to the Nazarene
But betray their own brothers