Alligator

My grandpa played the violin in a mariachi At El Rincon Tarasco, singing, 'cause I wanted to be like papi Just a baby, but they knew the little baby girl is bossy Knew a four count with sixteen bars, 'cause papi taught me This is ancestor shit, this is who I am You can never press me 'cause I'm sticking to the plan I am not some feminist to stick it to the man I'm an adelita only abuelita understand Soy de la mata, la que mata Soy la matona, soy sesafa, soy sensata Esto es de cora, I'll defend my shit, I will put my life on it I will kill for my kin, I will twist the knife for 'em I will cross any line, fuck up any border I will murder every fucking alligator out the water I will burn this bitch down, don't you motherfucking play with me You wanna take my family, there's nothing you could say to me Or do to me, I'm paranoid You're guilty 'till you prove to me You are not like them, and even if, bitch you ain't fooling me Esto es lo mio, yo me pongo para guerra Y yo reparto putazo ni de chiste que me llevan Let me know One (you're attacking all our innocents) Two (waking up is imminent) Three (baby we get militant) ('Cause on the fourth count, [bet?] the drums and they hit again) One (you're attacking all our innocents) Two (waking up is imminent) Three (baby we get militant) ('Cause on the fourth count, [bet?] the) Drum I didn't want this, but if you start it I'm 'bout to finish it I didn't ask for it, I was born to it I was innocent I wasn't looking for any problems but if I get in 'em I'm pulling 'em out that dirty water Murderin' and skinnin' it You fuckin' with our parents then you 'Bout to wake the children Embedded in our history, along them and there's women And it's [?] pecha, Tarasco revenge Todo lo que me deve [?], it's about to begin One (you're attacking all our innocents) Two (waking up is imminent) Three (baby we get militant) ('Cause on the fourth count, [bet?] the drums and they hit again) One (you're attacking all our innocents) Two (waking up is imminent) Three (baby we get militant) ('Cause on the fourth count, [bet?] the) Drum "We cried to you, we tried to show you our humanity We showed you we were people We keep trying to connect to your human side Or to your soul We keep tryna find the line of connection Maybe there is no fucking connection Maybe you don't have a fucking soul Maybe you're not a fucking human Everybody has their limits Everybody has a fucking limit."