Común Cangrejo

Like a poisoned Latino
who keeps saying that the future is today.
He walks sideways
like a common crab in the heart of New York.

Don't get upset if they call you Chicano
if you're walking through the sky.
You can call the gringo, brother
where do you think the stuff you smoke comes from.

With a Sevillana on the side
trying not to take it out
This neighborhood is already cursed
but the deal has to go through.

Don't burn me, I'm already shouting a bit
and I don't want to lose my reputation
you know I have a crazy reputation
and in this neighborhood they sing a different song.

Hit it hard, brother
a joint is coming out