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Tha sun ablaze as Marias foot |
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Touches the surface of sand |
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On Northern Land |
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As human contraband |
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Some Rico from Jalisco |
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Passed her name to tha boss |
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She stuffed ten to a truckbed |
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She clutches her cross |
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Here come tha exhaust |
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And it rips through her lungs |
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Shes off fast to tha pasture |
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Like cattle shell cross |
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Degree 106 |
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Sweat and vomit are thrown |
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And she prays and suffocates |
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Upon the memories of home |
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Of Yanqui guns for blood debts on the loans |
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Of smoldering fields, rape, rubble and bones |
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Of graves hidden trapped up in visions of war |
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Of nothing, no one, nobody, no more |
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These are her mountains and skies and she radiates |
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And through historys rivers of blood she regenerates |
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And like tha sun disappears only to reappear |
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Shes eternally here |
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Her time is nearNever conquered but here |
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To tear away at the mask |
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And now she got a quota |
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Tha needle and thread crucifixion |
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Sold and shipped across tha new line |
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of Mason Dixon |
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Rippin through denim |
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Tha point an inch from her vein |
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Tha foreman approach |
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His steps now pound in her brain |
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His presence it terrifies |
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And eclipses her days |
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No minutes to rest |
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No moments to pray |
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And with a whisper |
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He whips her |
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Soul changed to his will |
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My job is to kill if you forget to take your pill |
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Her arm jerks |
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Tha sisters gather round her and scream |
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As If in a dream |
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Eyes on the crimson stream |
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Numb as her wrists spit shots of blood to tha floor |
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I am nothing, no one, nobody, no more |
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These are her mountains and skies and she radiatesAnd through historys rivers of blood she regenerates |
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And like tha sun disappears only to reappear |
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Maria |
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Shes eternally here |
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Her time is near |
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Never conquered but here |
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Uh |
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To tear away at the mask |
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Away at the mask |
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To tear away at the mask |
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Huh |
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Maria (whispered) |
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No minute to rest |
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No moment to pray |
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No minutes to rest |
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No moments to pray |
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No minutes to rest |
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It eclipses her days |
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Just a moment to pray |
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To tear away at the mask, huh |
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Away at the mask |
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To tear away at the mask, huuh |
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To tear away at the mask |