"Cisneros" lyrics
Fuck I.C.E., fuck the P.D., and any sister roles
Tell 'em my Chicano brothers stay on Mango Street with Cisneros
The innermost sanctum, no-frills, the bills, Prince's clothes
The crib full of bad transgender hoes like it's Venture Bros (Oh, come on!)
Flippin' chicken like the nametag was "Dinnerbone"
Intervention on the JTAG, cynicism for the Waymo
Self-driving, stealth stat climbin' on my tippy-toes
The wealth gap rising, intentional (Duh)
But our feet planted, song from a seed
Like Feldspar, complete with harmonica bleed
Novel upheavals of long-running themes
Bomb jumping, sequence breaks in oncoming weeks
Martyrs and beliefs is like sawdust and trees
And copper patina and long-rusted keys
And bitterness to swallow
Promisin' that imposition on the hollow is not what it seems
It's clear the sickness is contagious
Justified by the contents of both missing and unwritten pages
Don't assume there's any safety in complacency
They'd be just as quickly placing every one of us in cages
Like the Middle Ages with ball-and-chain anklets
Home bases and makeshift newspaper blankets
Set ablaze to make cauterized wounds from safe havens
As Bezos laughs from the space station
The orbital laser's only partly rhetorical
It's morbid and twisted, bunny-ear pictures with detention-center victims
In twenty years, they'll call it historical fiction
Like they weren't kidnappin' innocent children and infants
It's morbid and twisted, bunny-ear pictures with detention-center victims
In twenty years, they'll call it historical fiction
Like they weren't kidnappin' innocent children and infants
Tell 'em my Chicano brothers stay on Mango Street with Cisneros
The innermost sanctum, no-frills, the bills, Prince's clothes
The crib full of bad transgender hoes like it's Venture Bros (Oh, come on!)
Flippin' chicken like the nametag was "Dinnerbone"
Intervention on the JTAG, cynicism for the Waymo
Self-driving, stealth stat climbin' on my tippy-toes
The wealth gap rising, intentional (Duh)
But our feet planted, song from a seed
Like Feldspar, complete with harmonica bleed
Novel upheavals of long-running themes
Bomb jumping, sequence breaks in oncoming weeks
Martyrs and beliefs is like sawdust and trees
And copper patina and long-rusted keys
And bitterness to swallow
Promisin' that imposition on the hollow is not what it seems
It's clear the sickness is contagious
Justified by the contents of both missing and unwritten pages
Don't assume there's any safety in complacency
They'd be just as quickly placing every one of us in cages
Like the Middle Ages with ball-and-chain anklets
Home bases and makeshift newspaper blankets
Set ablaze to make cauterized wounds from safe havens
As Bezos laughs from the space station
The orbital laser's only partly rhetorical
It's morbid and twisted, bunny-ear pictures with detention-center victims
In twenty years, they'll call it historical fiction
Like they weren't kidnappin' innocent children and infants
It's morbid and twisted, bunny-ear pictures with detention-center victims
In twenty years, they'll call it historical fiction
Like they weren't kidnappin' innocent children and infants
