Noche Triste (part. Mike Diaz)

Life comes and goes, and madness creeps in
And no one can cure that
Few of us ask for help
Illuminated in this madness

Some seek forgiveness, devotedly asking the priest
They overlook the alley, trying to escape the oath
Some go to the annex, others to the hill, some still hang on the corner
We dreamed of being thieves, coming home in a limousine

We cross borders from the north, searching for a better life
Why take pictures that leave a scar?
Look at my mud house, kids running in the neighborhood
Look at the single mothers, they don’t lose hope, partly due to their pay

We go out to work, just with faith and a strong ego
I carry your photo in my wallet to keep from giving up
An empty piggy bank, a mind full of dreams
With the pressure of rent
That’s why they see me serious
Living with the frustration of wanting to live off art
If you leave, I’ll die just to find you

I’m crazy, why is this world full of crazies?
I consume what others had for dinner
Alcohol, drugs, and broken dreams
I’m broken

I’m crazy, why is this world full of crazies?
I consume what others planted
Alcohol, drugs, and broken dreams
I’m broken

Yeah, take it all
Everything hurts, they’re not
Gods of the hood
Shoes for women, for fake men
Hey, look at me, see me tinted

Blind, sex, dry blind liquor
Full accounts, forms of passion
To be someone, there’s no illusion
In a profile like an actor
Hmm... I must be okay

What a bastard like you is capable of doing
Take down the gate, screw the rules, more to win
Seeing you, I already know
We say, we come for everything, everything, everything
We won’t take anything, nothing, nothing

If we make leftovers of how to live and not how much for nothing, nothing, nothing
Don’t let the vision die
Before there was less trouble
Everyone wants and has a gift
Let’s go for those dreams, G
Running over the loot

Diaper for the baby
And a new bag for the mommy
I came alone, I leave alone, working for no one
Broken pieces of my being, in the name of the Father
The crazies created this place for the sane to inhabit
They die and say, and life goes on, and the cycle continues

I’m crazy, why is this world full of crazies?
I consume what others planted
Alcohol, drugs, and broken dreams
I’m broken

I’m crazy, why is this world full of crazies?
I consume what others planted
Alcohol, drugs, and broken dreams
I’m broken