Hola Papi

I took a walk through your backyard Did you see me
I looked for your car
In the park across the street
It’s been awhile now
Since you called me
Since you came around me
Maybe you think you’re too good
Maybe you think you’re too good for me
But you’re good for me

Hola papi, cómo estás
Where you been
How ya been
It’s been too long since I saw God Does he ask about me
Do you wanna fool around again
I left a note
With the usual affection
Taped to the crack in the back
Where you threw your stone
Your house of glass illuminating
All the blackness
And the sounds of the sirens
Cuttin through the middle
Maybe you hurt me
Just a little
But that’s alright
That’s alright

Mi premer roce con la muerte tenía solo
cinco años. Mi padre me llevó a un partido de pelota... Las Águilas contra el Licey. Donde una señora sentada cinco butacas a mi izquierda... La mataron con una bala perdida en la cabeza. Claro no pararon el partido, se llevaron el cuerpo, limpiaron la sangre y cómo es que se dice?
Play ball!

Do you wanna fool around again?