Sometimes you should just leave it to God   'Coz in one way or another we all puppets in this game   It's like life's a loom and the threads are the days   And only God decides when to cut   Even though the job's unfinished we're all by his mercy      You know I can recall when pops left home   He used to write us twice a year we didn't have a phone   I grew up on my own my mama cried often   I mean he didn't even show up when she passed away      She had a heart attack 'cause they said he got married again   Cut all ties with us 'cause he had a new family and friends   So I was expected to step up to be a man   Quit school get a job you know just be there for my fam'      You see I'm nothing like my pops I see my woman twice a year   And one day I'll bring her and my kid up here   You see that picture there, that's our wedding she was 21   Ain't she pretty and my first born was a son   And now she's pregnant again      Thank you   And if it's a girl I'll name her Fatima, give her the world   You see my friend life is a loom so you keep smiling like me   Oh is this where you get off?   25 bugs please      Life is a loom   The threads are the days   God decides when to cut them   Even though the work ain't done      Life is a loom   The threads are the days   God decides when to cut them   Even though the work ain't done      Vamos! gente vamos pronto   Esta lleno el aeropuerto   Todo esta difuso   Tengo un sentimiento incierto      Es el día de su regreso   Ha estado encarcelado   Tiene un temperamento!   Y atención yo no le he dado      Tuvo unos problemas   Nadie me ha contado   Nunca supe yo que mis palabras   Le han faltado      Ahora sí sé la importancia de ser padre   El mío para mí fue un cobarde   Pero eso es punto aparte   Lo primero será un abrazo      Una lagrima, coraje y alegría   Un grito muy oculto   Remordimiento y agonía      Life is a loom   The threads are the days   God decides when to cut them   Even though the work ain't done      Life is a loom   The threads are the days   God decides when to cut them   Even though the work ain't done      Shu, I ain't going for the American dream, it's too fucking far   Can't swim across the Atlantic too many sharks   Put me down for the Euro instead   I'ma walk the Mediterranean and que pasa in Spain      Don't give me that weird look hombre, I got my passport   Name Chris, born Swiss in 1944 sport   Ain't no telling what I'll do just to get up north   I'm tired of watching them young guns come home building them floors      Rolling fast cars, but why?   On our streets there's no asphalt!   I'm stuck here, stressed trying to open this door   They'd be cash money, bling-bling in front of my boys      Playa hating? Ya damn right   I hate these mo'fuckers   Act like their lives' like glamor and shit   Flash their visa   While my city struggle like Gaza      I dream too about looking nice when I cross the border   They come back on a sunny day and tell my mama, "I told ya"   Who said anything about illegal gots to be dirty   Affirmative action, next year, a wife and a mansion      Believe in the moment and you will be here with me   Here with me if God's willing   You know it