Dark Night Records

Lyrics

Yo no soy de la derecha, ni de la izquierda.
Cocoa powder en mi cafecito with some vanilla creamer.
Time to Chacal de la trompeta that noise, y fuera!
I’m as American as apple pie and proud, but I’m still a beaner.

Calentando mi pan, que rico.
Tomando mi cafecito.
The mountain doesn’t bow no matter how the wind blows.
Calentando mis pastelitos.
Tomando mi cafecito.
And yes - this world is a mess, but this is still home.

See, I grew up in the time of In Living Color
and had a lot of good laughs with my sis and brother.
Man, nobody got offended, no one needed a safe space.
But these days - so different. They make haste.
And not just the youngins. Man, some of you O.G.s
waste time and money on stuff that you don’t need.
Some of us aged but didn’t never grow up.
Brainwashed by the right and the left to go nuts.
Riots, insanity up in these streets
got Karen thinking that she can hit police.
Up all night with that T.D.S.
You better put the phone away because you need to rest.
We got the next generation addicted to screens.
Trapped in the matrix, these kids and these teens
scrolling to death for that dopamine.
And so much for their hopes and dreams.
Scared to death of rejection and afraid to fail.
We were cold as ice, turning rain to hail
when even children knew the obvious.
What is a woman? Let’s not B.S.
More critical thinking’s what we need to see.
Read a book and get off of Chat GPT
cuz A.I. ain’t about to take nothing over.
You see, it only does what it’s told to.
And as far as Mars - it’ll never happen.
Besides, we already have a better planet.
Dr. King had a dream maybe you’ve heard about.
We need to practice kindness, and work it out.
Whatever doesn’t get fed doesn’t grow.
As I sit back with my cup of joe.
Y si quieren paz en un solo mundo
hay una manera, todos juntos.

Calentando mi pan, que rico.
Tomando mi cafecito.
The mountain doesn’t bow no matter how the wind blows.
Calentando mis pastelitos.
Tomando mi cafecito.
And yes - this world is a mess, but this is still home.
Calentando mi pan, que rico.
Tomando mi cafecito.
The mountain doesn’t bow no matter how the wind blows.
Calentando mis pastelitos.
Tomando mi cafecito.
And yes - this world is a mess, but this is still home.

Man, that Kendrick performance at the halftime
really made a lot of haters lose their damn mind.
Some I understand have no love for rap.
And some of y’all threw shade just because he’s black.
Some of y’all think it’s OK to hate “the white man”.
Get un-woke and say good night fam.
Self reflect and ask “Am I racist?”
False accusations - we don’t have to take this.
“Disagree with me - you must be a nazi!”
America, we’re getting so weak and sloppy.
If you need a copy “While Time Remains”,
and you’re wise enough to try and change.
More conversations on a higher plane
so we can understand what’s inside our brains,
and do much better than whine and blame
so maybe Charlie Kirk didn’t die in vain.
If we decide to look beyond melanin.
Man, this ain’t no fascist hell we’re in.
This ain’t North Korea you ungrateful bore.
You better check that “1984”.
See, “Animal Farm” tried to warn us all.
So get off your ass, and get more involved.
Social media’s got us all divided.
Disagreements don’t get solved with violence.
Ivory tower indoctrination.
Man, they talk - but they’ve stopped debating.
Got women thinking they don’t need a man,
and turning young men into Peter Pan.
And if you don’t like it here, you and your pronouns
can find yourselves a better land to go now.
And maybe that’ll be enough to change you.
Asking myself “Yo, what would Jane do?”

Yo no soy de la derecha, ni de la izquierda.
Cocoa powder en mi cafecito with some vanilla creamer.
Time to Chacal de la trompeta that noise, y fuera!
I’m as American as apple pie and proud, but I’m still a beaner.

Calentando mi pan, que rico.
Tomando mi cafecito.
The mountain doesn’t bow no matter how the wind blows.
Calentando mis pastelitos.
Tomando mi cafecito.
And yes - this world is a mess, but this is still home.
Calentando mi pan, que rico.
Tomando mi cafecito.
The mountain doesn’t bow no matter how the wind blows.
Calentando mis pastelitos.
Tomando mi cafecito.
And yes - this world is a mess, but this is still home.