Spain
This is where I'm livin my life at
If you got a moment take a second to write back
I'm prayin every day that you avoid all the night's traps
And workin every day to add a bill to the flight stack but
I saved more than money to send home...
Dear bro
I'm sorry that you couldn't come too
When shit gets unscrewed you should just come through
I wanna hear how your son grew over rum, food, and some ridiculous fun too
We could run the bars say the word speak up
We'll catch a game go see La Liga
Ever see somebody fight a bull with a sword?
Nah you broke ass, that's shit you can't afford
You know I'm playin with ya, just tell ma that I love her and I miss her
And what I promised I will deliver, thanks, your brother
Dear Ma, I wish you could visit you'd really like it
I'm seeing you whenever I'm closin my eyelids
The back country is beautiful and silent
Something like we had when I was home on the islands
I could use a bit of your guidance
Or at least a bit of all your defiance
I wish you were walkin the avenidas
Seeing the parades, great place for a diva
Your daughter in law's kind of a dreamer
Or maybe just overeager, anyway
I've shown your grandson a picture
He says one day he'll share this with ya, with gratitude, your son (fading out)
This is where I'm livin my life at
If you got a moment take a second to write back
I'm prayin every day that you avoid all the night's traps
And workin every day to add a bill to the flight stack but
I saved more than money to send home...
Dear cousin, wish we were back playin the dozens
Dealing hands of cards, I was never great at bluffin
Still owe you some escudos or something
I'll send cash when I got room in the budget
Life here ain't really nothing to covet
Back then I thought that it was something that it wasn't
Some weeks its only dust in the cupboard
Ain't no work, and where's the help from the government?
Well fuck it we can hate it or love it but
Debt's pilin up and I gotta stay above it, so
This is home for my son and home for my family
There ain't no plan B if you understand me, best wishes p.s. I'm just tryna make it too
Most days I wish I hadn't left you
Find myself wishin that life was written in pencil
Today is one of em I'm goin out my mental
To think is to drink from a well of invisible ink
And spit into a stencil, that's how we flow
You hold your story up into the light and now we show
I never told my wife but deep down she knows
I guess I let it show somehow that's how we froze and
This road's been some cold shit, I guess I chose it
Didn't test the waters put more than my toes in but
This is home for my son and home for my family
There ain't no plan B if you understand me, sincerely yours
This is where I'm livin my life at
If you got a moment take a second to write back
I'm prayin every day that you avoid all the night's traps
And workin every day to add a bill to the flight stack but
I saved more than money to send home
Yall really gotta pick up the phone, or I'm gone...
This is where I'm livin my life at
If you got a moment take a second to write back
I'm prayin every day that you avoid all the night's traps
And workin every day to add a bill to the flight stack but
I saved more than money to send home, y'all really gotta pick up the phone
If you got a moment take a second to write back
I'm prayin every day that you avoid all the night's traps
And workin every day to add a bill to the flight stack but
I saved more than money to send home...
Dear bro
I'm sorry that you couldn't come too
When shit gets unscrewed you should just come through
I wanna hear how your son grew over rum, food, and some ridiculous fun too
We could run the bars say the word speak up
We'll catch a game go see La Liga
Ever see somebody fight a bull with a sword?
Nah you broke ass, that's shit you can't afford
You know I'm playin with ya, just tell ma that I love her and I miss her
And what I promised I will deliver, thanks, your brother
Dear Ma, I wish you could visit you'd really like it
I'm seeing you whenever I'm closin my eyelids
The back country is beautiful and silent
Something like we had when I was home on the islands
I could use a bit of your guidance
Or at least a bit of all your defiance
I wish you were walkin the avenidas
Seeing the parades, great place for a diva
Your daughter in law's kind of a dreamer
Or maybe just overeager, anyway
I've shown your grandson a picture
He says one day he'll share this with ya, with gratitude, your son (fading out)
This is where I'm livin my life at
If you got a moment take a second to write back
I'm prayin every day that you avoid all the night's traps
And workin every day to add a bill to the flight stack but
I saved more than money to send home...
Dear cousin, wish we were back playin the dozens
Dealing hands of cards, I was never great at bluffin
Still owe you some escudos or something
I'll send cash when I got room in the budget
Life here ain't really nothing to covet
Back then I thought that it was something that it wasn't
Some weeks its only dust in the cupboard
Ain't no work, and where's the help from the government?
Well fuck it we can hate it or love it but
Debt's pilin up and I gotta stay above it, so
This is home for my son and home for my family
There ain't no plan B if you understand me, best wishes p.s. I'm just tryna make it too
Most days I wish I hadn't left you
Find myself wishin that life was written in pencil
Today is one of em I'm goin out my mental
To think is to drink from a well of invisible ink
And spit into a stencil, that's how we flow
You hold your story up into the light and now we show
I never told my wife but deep down she knows
I guess I let it show somehow that's how we froze and
This road's been some cold shit, I guess I chose it
Didn't test the waters put more than my toes in but
This is home for my son and home for my family
There ain't no plan B if you understand me, sincerely yours
This is where I'm livin my life at
If you got a moment take a second to write back
I'm prayin every day that you avoid all the night's traps
And workin every day to add a bill to the flight stack but
I saved more than money to send home
Yall really gotta pick up the phone, or I'm gone...
This is where I'm livin my life at
If you got a moment take a second to write back
I'm prayin every day that you avoid all the night's traps
And workin every day to add a bill to the flight stack but
I saved more than money to send home, y'all really gotta pick up the phone
Credits
Writer(s): Chick Corea, Joaquin Rodrigo Vidre
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