[Verse One]

Ever faced the magic of a woman
When she got your heart in her teeth?
Ever brushed your chest against her breasts
and thought, um…I’ll never leave.

Ever know you could kill someone just by saying goodbye?
Ever told the truth just so you could conceal your lie?

Oh my what an illusion is this life.
We become attached to breathing and shit,
But we all gotta die.

I don’t care when people compare me to musicians.
Sayin’ this name, that name, so-so, 3k, uh, Bob Dylan.
Call my shit too lame, call it hot flame. It don’t matter
What they call it cuz I soak up they comments
like they was penicillin.

Cuz I’m ill with the sickness I’m fresh with the funk.
Light with the dark. I make a dead monk, head bump with the skills
I keep on spillin’.

So tell me what your feelin and what your not feelin!
Love or hate it homie, when a crème puff act tough speak up,
that mean they stuck in his feelins’

Oh yeah what’d you say with your hate it? That mean you feel it.


[Chorus]

They say, “Papacito!”
They say, “Ven Myrlindo.”
They say don’t keep your eyes closed
Look at me in my face.

They say, “Papacito!”
They say, “Ven Myrlindo.”
They say don’t keep your eyes closed
Look at me in my face.


Don’t-ta don’t-ta don’t keep your eyes closed
Don’t-ta don’t-ta don’t keep your eyes closed
Don’t-ta don’t-ta don’t keep your eyes closed

They say, “Papacito!”
They say, “Ven Myrlindo.”
They say don’t keep your eyes closed
Look at me in my face.



[Verse Two]

Ain’t it amazin’ how I’m penatratin’ this vibe through your mind
With this syllabic rotation.
I know people listen to this song a thousand times
Before they clued into what I was sayin’.

Shout out to a puerta rican abuelita stirrin’ rice in a pot in la cocina.
One time for the chicanita out in Eas Los tagin up a wall like que viva.
Viva la raza.
Viva Zapata.
Viva su mama.
Viva su vivo.
Amigos o enemigos somos todos gente
Somos todos people.

Sun be to light what blood be to heart.
Sun be to light what dream be to art.
My fingers crack on keyboards in the dark.
I close my eyes and dream up all the pretty little sparks.


[Chorus]

They say, “Papacito!”
They say, “Ven Myrlindo.”
They say don’t keep your eyes closed
Look at me in my face.

They say, “Papacito!”
They say, “Ven Myrlindo.”
They say don’t keep your eyes closed
Look at me in my face.


Don’t-ta don’t-ta don’t keep your eyes closed
Don’t-ta don’t-ta don’t keep your eyes closed
Don’t-ta don’t-ta don’t keep your eyes closed

They say, “Papacito!”
They say, “Ven Myrlindo.”
They say don’t keep your eyes closed
Look at me in my face.

America there’s blood on your face.
America my blood is on your face.
America your blood is in my veins.
America watch me war paint.

Got a peace pipe when I peace step lookin’ for a better way.
But if it gotta be blood I beat the war drum with my crazy legs.
Like Sittin bull b-boy steppin’ like a weapon up on this stage.

Flames of rage kindle to hate.
We raise boys to have killer rage.
The complicit think themselves good, but vote
For the white supremacist and look away.

I am man. Frame me colorful. I’m multitudes.
I reject the standard of masculinity pressed to me for patriarchal servitude.
At my momma house I wash plates
Paint nails. Fishtail. French braid.
I’m gentle. I’m fierce. I’m brave. I hurt. I ache. I build. I break.
I’m a man, you can’t take that away.
Don’t confuse my grace for a lack of strength.

Mestisaje in mi sangre compadre lets parlay.
I was raised for the war games, but I been winnin’ since I’ve been
Peacefully unafraid. Knowing I could die in any way.
I could do the most taboo To Wong Foo for you
in your war room just to make you afraid.
Regardless any real human in the place goin say my fuckin name.