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Sometimes you should just leave it to God 'Coz in one way or another we all puppets in this game It's like life's a loom and the threads are the days And only God decides when to cut Even though the job's unfinished we're all by his mercy You know I can recall when pops left home He used to write us twice a year we didn't have a phone I grew up on my own my mama cried often I mean he didn't even show up when she passed away She had a heart attack 'cause they said he got married again Cut all ties with us 'cause he had a new family and friends So I was expected to step up to be a man Quit school get a job you know just be there for my fam' You see I'm nothing like my pops I see my woman twice a year And one day I'll bring her and my kid up here You see that picture there, that's our wedding she was 21 Ain't she pretty and my first born was a son And now she's pregnant again Thank you And if it's a girl I'll name her Fatima, give her the world You see my friend life is a loom so you keep smiling like me Oh is this where you get off? 25 bugs please Life is a loom The threads are the days God decides when to cut them Even though the work ain't done Life is a loom The threads are the days God decides when to cut them Even though the work ain't done Vamos! gente vamos pronto Esta lleno el aeropuerto Todo esta difuso Tengo un sentimiento incierto Es el da de su regreso Ha estado encarcelado Tiene un temperamento! Y atencin yo no le he dado Tuvo unos problemas Nadie me ha contado Nunca supe yo que mis palabras Le han faltado Ahora s s la importancia de ser padre El mo para m fue un cobarde Pero eso es punto aparte Lo primero ser un abrazo Una lagrima, coraje y alegra Un grito muy oculto Remordimiento y agona Life is a loom The threads are the days God decides when to cut them Even though the work ain't done Life is a loom The threads are the days God decides when to cut them Even though the work ain't done Shu, I ain't going for the American dream, it's too fucking far Can't swim across the Atlantic too many sharks Put me down for the Euro instead I'ma walk the Mediterranean and que pasa in Spain Don't give me that weird look hombre, I got my passport Name Chris, born Swiss in 1944 sport Ain't no telling what I'll do just to get up north I'm tired of watching them young guns come home building them floors Rolling fast cars, but why? On our streets there's no asphalt! I'm stuck here, stressed trying to open this door They'd be cash money, bling-bling in front of my boys Playa hating? Ya damn right I hate these mo'fuckers Act like their lives' like glamor and shit Flash their visa While my city struggle like Gaza I dream too about looking nice when I cross the border They come back on a sunny day and tell my mama, "I told ya" Who said anything about illegal gots to be dirty Affirmative action, next year, a wife and a mansion Believe in the moment and you will be here with me Here with me if God's willing You know it