There will be blood in the streets

The preacher comes down to the barrio
And starts talking to the kids hanging at
My mama’s bodega
Listening to tunes on an old stereo

“Hey Cholos” the white man says
“Que onda?” like he knows what it means
Maybe he does.
But to me he looks like just another white guy.

“What you listening to?” he asks.
“That doesn’t sound like Alejandro Sanz”
Well no shit Sherlock. These are kids
They wouldn’t know Sanz if he
Autographed the side of a building.

There will be blood in the streets

But now I notice the other white guy
The one wearing the red baseball cap
The one looking around like someone’s gonna
Mug the preacher
Looking around like a pandejo bodyguard.

The rhymes from Residente rolling off
The stereo seem to freak Pandejo out.
He gets this look.
THE look.
Shit’s going south and the fucking preacher man
Habla sin habla
“How’s school going?”
“You catch any Champions League?”

There will be blood in the streets

Aunque el Pandejo se mueve su chaqueta
Y todo el barrio se puede ver
¿Pandejo blanco?
Pandejo packing pues.

Thank you Jesus for whites only
Open carry.

I’m so angry I can barely see.
I’m so scared I can barely think.

Los Malatruchas see it all too
And they looking for a fight.
They’d love a good fight.

They start making their way over.
Pandejo notices
And I don’t know who to protect
Or how.

All I can think
All I can wonder
“vengeance is mine” says the lord,
But who here is his avenging angel?

And there will be blood in the streets


This is part of the Bible Poetry project.  You can click here to see the synopsis of the project.