El Cucuy (Prod. JayAre)

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Sick,
tell me whats the solution?
Thats the biggest problem there's none, this all illusions
Leaders want to talk sweet and treat us like hoes
to them we real disposable, we're life no more
12 hundred ain't shit when the abyss is this daunting
The sickness takes lives, trees, and creates parties
of wicked politicians dressed as the truth
hardly, ever change shit, the money is what they live for
Whoring for the president,
crippling the youth,
and fuck any future for you, you, you.
We say money killed the natives,
money kill whatever,
say money built slavery,
but fuck you, We done it
its our selfish old way,
where money runs the motherfucking play
the poor can cry and scream
and look for a vaccine
but nothing can stop el rey...
 
El Cucuy is calling.
Ain't no running now.
And when it do strike you
Know its all your fault.
 
Then it hit us out of nowhere,
my dad ain't trust the news,
or the tv, this virus is some bullshit
he said and then like 2 weeks passed
my grandpa with a fever,
fucked up lungs about to pass,
took him to the medics
they said its too contagious,
bitch ain't this your job,
who gives a fuck if this dangerous
take him
before its way too late to act
if my dad had half the money
It'd be sure he would've passed
Otherwise,
pennyless in Mexico,
we'd be all with Covid,
and not a fucking place to go.
And the gov would sing praises
to those who chose to stay at home
we really are that dead alone
people gotta work,
 
its our selfish old way,
where money runs the motherfucking play
the poor can cry and scream
and look for a vaccine
but nothing can stop el rey...
 
El Cucuy is calling.
Ain't no running now.
And when it do strike you
Know its all your fault.

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