Pancho For President

Robbery, burglary, stealing and crime

Quite different from everything that you hear

Politicians upon their podium making your mind

Forget that in shame was built our history,

Making you believe the past is clear

And I want my innocence back when the cold chill comes over me

Several degrees along my spine, and I think it works for me

Ignorance, jewelry, beauty, human kind

Not different from everything that you hear

People live their life, pretending they are blind

Don't stop dealing

I keep on thinking

Laying on my bed

Wondering when finally I'll be dead

When you seek for reality, but they don't want to let you know

Then I wait for tomorrow, hope I find in the road

And you think if you hide your face, they will leave you alone

But, no, this is wrong, they can get not enough

You fear the fears, so you turn and run

You think justice is done with a hand and a gun

And when you have no one else to blame

Truth will show up in a blood taint

With two blind folded eyes, every day becomes hard to wake up

Then I look to my past, barely see what I've done

You spent your entire life, hunting something you don't know

All the things you got for you

Are just things you stole

You fear the fears, so you turn and run

You think justice is done with a hand and a gun

And when you have no one else to blame

Truth will show up in a blood taint

Solo - Lacreta