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sam cuervo - the ballad of alex nieto كلمات الأغنية

[verse]
it was a friday in the city
young mexicano chilling on a park path
bernal heights with the smell of leaves by the fence
red 49er jacket draped on his chest
a black 49er cap on his noggin
a fat burrito to the neck he was chompin’
a taser underneath his jacket in a holster
‘cause he was bouncin’ at the nightclub often
even ‘bouta take his shift that night when
he stood taking in a whiff of the pollen
until a man walking past him h_lla dogged him
snow white ain’t seen brown skin often
and snow’s dog was unleashed as it jumped him
canine sought a bite of his food
and my mans ran from it ‘till it got him on a bench
the white man stepped in and pulled his f_cking dog back
they exchanged a few words and then walked past
my man was h_lla heated after doing all that
until a couple more wueros walked up the path
they saw him on the park bench
saw a taser in his hand
flipped out, pulled his phone to get the cops out
said officer we got a young latino with a gun
in a nice part of town, he might be up to some
red jacket, yeah it might be gang or some
now you and i both know he never had a strap
and lord knows he was minding his own problems
but colonizers come around and never think that
they’d rather have us all in cuffs or a body bag
anyway the cops pulled up on him
it was tense, and they showed up
guns drawn on him, screaming
and he panicked, saw his whole life in front of him
young child of two immigrants
juanajuato his home ‘till they left for the city
went to school, city college degree
concentration on justice
giving back all to the people that loved him
crime rate high, violence h_lla f_cked him
grew up full of pride
young chicano in the city, that’s mainey
studied, found work, that’s sh_t we all wanna see
not too many of us out here really got degrees
now the police shouting at him get down on his knees
and he asked god help me
don’t take me this way
don’t let get k!lled
don’t let me get slain
don’t know what i’ve done
don’t know what i want
i ain’t hurt n0body, ain’t fought n0body
i’m just tryna clock in and get back in my bed
then a cl!ck pulled him out of his trance
no thought, his hand reached down for his taser
gut feeling and he pulled it out of its holster
cops saw it and—

- sam cuervo

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