The Eyes Of Santa Muerte

This is all there is, now there ain't shit left
 It's like I'm looking in the eyes of the saint of death
 (La Santa Muerte), these people fear me
 I've seen murder, disease, it's all near me
 This is all there is, now there ain't shit left
 It's like I'm looking in the eyes of the saint of death
 (La Santa Muerte), I know you hear me
 I wrote it fucked up, you see it clearly
 Enter the cult of the death's gods, traffickers and ex-cons
 Skull and robe, hold the globe in outstretched palm
 A revered image of truth, here with the youth
 Vivid living proof spitting like? in the booth
 Death is the beginning, so without fear we run towards the willing
 Manufacturing murder anthems and songs of killing
 Ballads of massacre, the psalms of the forbidden
 Cash is the master of every broken law that is written
 Burning up the abomination conjuring hatred
 Virgin of the incarcerated martyrs of Satan
 Persecuted like the Inquisition in Spain
 Condemned, made to repent my religion of pain
 Set on fire like in Salem where the witches were slain
 Behind bars till I die for these bricks of cocaine
 No regrets though I pray to my saints often
 Holy death, lying awake in a coffin
 This is all there is, now there ain't shit left
 It's like I'm looking in the eyes of the saint of death
 (La Santa Muerte), these people fear me
 I've seen murder, disease, it's all near me
 This is all there is, now there ain't shit left
 It's like I'm looking in the eyes of the saint of death
 (La Santa Muerte), I know you hear me
 I wrote it fucked up, you see it clearly
 They say the world don't spin without the hand of God
 While them damn priest trying to get a kid to give a handjob
 I guess that really means I am odd
 Cause I don't let my kids get on their knees to pray for damn slobs
 And I ain't talking about Jesus see
 I'm just speaking on the cardinals, the BC
 This is the crazy shit that we see
 That's why I'm grateful that the streets are the only ones that teach me
 Yo, and on that note, they giving pedophiles months
 While they give the homies life for dope
 What kind of shit is that? That shit ain't right though
 If a grown man wanna buy the right blow
 We're like Vegas in a sense, you know it's false hope
 Instead of slot machines and card games it's all coke
 They making hustlers like us walk a tightrope
 While every other fucking snake is alright though
 This is all there is, now there ain't shit left
 It's like I'm looking in the eyes of the saint of death
 (La Santa Muerte), these people fear me
 I've seen murder, disease, it's all near me
 This is all there is, now there ain't shit left
 It's like I'm looking in the eyes of the saint of death
 (La Santa Muerte), I know you hear me
 I wrote it fucked up, you see it clearly
 New York is inhabited, there's smoke in Los Angeles
 Long arm of the law is broken with bandages
 They call me Slaine, the La Coka evangelist
 Our spoken languages provoking the scandalous
 You dummies are dead, dummy, there's a gun to your head
 There's no loyalty left, just money instead
 My blood speaks the truth that none of you said
 You should be fighting the power, you're running instead
 Where's your heart at? Your bones weak
 You talk loud all the time, when I'm here you don't speak
 When the heat's on in front of you the pressure is real
 You're a bunch of fucking sheep to a messenger's hill
 I should have chapters in the Bible cause my testament's real
 I'm a product of violence and mescaline pills
 Was you born to be a faggot cause it seems like it
 Your life ain't nothing like mine, you just dream like it
 This is all there is, now there ain't shit left
 It's like I'm looking in the eyes of the saint of death
 (La Santa Muerte), these people fear me
 I've seen murder, disease, it's all near me
 This is all there is, now there ain't shit left
 It's like I'm looking in the eyes of the saint of death
 (La Santa Muerte), I know you hear me
 I wrote it fucked up, you see it clearly
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