Intro:

¿Lo atrapaste?
¿Cómo se ve?
¿A dónde fue él?
No tengo idea.
¡Vagos perezosos!
¡Encontrarlo!
¡Ahora!
Perdóname.
¿Has visto a este chico?

-Verse 1-

Tengo 8 years.
Estoy una mula de drogas para el cartel del rival de mi padre.
When they ambushed us
They were merciless
When they stabbed
Papa to death
Raped my mother
And shot my brothers
And sisters in chest
Now that is the past.
Determined to evolve
Either you rise or you fall
Prepared to make strides
The Lord guides his child
Through The Devil’s harsh strikes.
Never was misled.
Avenging Pico's passing has
Put me steps ahead
Dad’s rival is dead.
Every bead of blood that rushed
Out of El Cuerno’s brain felt Heavenly
Though Baphy was at the source
His presence bubbled through every
Turn of a second that redness
Gushed from the hole in his head
To the baby son in his arms
Set off the Vendetta alarm
For when it's taken all back
Need to be ready for any
Way that the boy will react.
Pleading for forgiveness
For revenge feelings pernicious
It is all a go.

(Hook)

Hijo del Pico Blanco
Bolsas de la cocaína
Hijo del Pico Blanco
Bajan por mi esófago
Hijo
Ellos nadan
Del Pico
En mi estómago
Blanco
Hijo del Pico Blanco

-Verse 2-

Leap the fences for miles
Strength depleting away
Hunger pangs insane
Steal food along the way
Avoid the laws the hogs
So far removed from home
As if there's no return
Until uzis are owned
That produce powder for urns
Exposed to horrors of existence
As innocuous kid
This life initially tainted
Rest strictly getaway
Might as well let those
Foul bastards get a
Taste of today.
Years will build up to let
It detonate out of the cage
Or rather gauge
Journal stuffed in beige cargos
Makes the torment feel important
Though not as much as father's
In his final breaths full of torture
Entering an orchard
Destination halfway there.
The elder nun who owns it
Is generous with her pears
She’ll stay in my heart forever
I will never forget her
3 days without fluids
Last night was rat tail for dinner.
It proves that some purists
Give their mercy to sinners.
How does the joy feel this good
After all of the terror.
Gotta stay on 10 toes.
Not really room for an error.
Too much headway made
To be arrested
We all lose in the end
It feels contested
Visions of bad chichas
And pesos at disposal
That’s what the future holds
After retaking fortune
Wait, too psyched to stay focused
Wise to live in the now
And out of clouds
The border meets the eyes
A few more miles away
Stealth past patrol's automatics
On this fateful day.

(Hook)

Hijo del Pico Blanco
Hijo del Pico Blanco

-Verse 3-

Who the Hell built a damn wall here?
It's like they want the youth to be raped
Tortured, kidnapped, trapped, and murder
No one helps.
Uncle Sammy's hype
Is constantly spreading lies.
They say that they endorse freedom
As a meaningless guise
It is payback.
They do these things
And wonder why we say that
After the redemption
It's time to make real progress
Get all Earthly attachments
While revolting in the process