Makes me wanna bleed
cut a vein for the penance
brush the webs off my heart, rid myself of remnants
born a poor tenant and the future look dim
the loss of abuela was too much for abuelo so they took him
I beg the lord, with every atom
that lifeline persevere
every move got a purpose, may that point be quite clear
makes me wanna scream until my soul escapes my lungs
I'm a felon on paper-broken angel in the slums
where the shots don't damage but silence slowly kills
where the have-not's swear they could afford to burn bills
Albertico may you grow into a deeply-rooted tree
may your arms like the tallest branches
spread beautifully...