Dia de los Muertos

Lyrics

-Wow! What's all this? -It's for Dia de los Muertos celebration -Day of the dead. Oh is that like Mexican Halloween -No, it has nothing to do with Halloween [Verse 1] Let's get retarded, candles lit for all dearly departed Dia de los Muertos, time to get the party started Grab the picture of your loved ones and slow so you don't falter Got a picture of my abuelita sitting on the altar Get to praying, tongues are quick, you don't know what we saying When the veil is thin, the spirits that are visiting are staying It's respect to pеople praying to the ones that camе before us When they all speaking at once, it's sounds like angels in a chorus Got the calaveras, marigolds and grocieries from tienda As the pan de muertos placed up on the table as ofrenda Couple jewels we call them prendas as we paying our respects It's a part of life, the reapers always coming to collect It's a remembrance of friends and family members who have died On November 1st you better celebrate if you alive 'Cause if you don't, they'll be forgotten forever in limbo Many spirits trying to come into crib and through the window [Interlude] -It's the day that we honor our loved ones who had passed away -I see your mother has taught you enough about your traditions -This is an ofenda, where we place pictures of our loved ones. But there's a lot more to know about Dia de los Muertos, why don't we sit down and... -How far is the land of the dead anyway? [Verse 2] Through the walls, through the floor as they knocking down decor The manifestations heard as physical taps are harder to ignore So pay attention, they coming through from another dimension Gotta try to guide them to the light to help them with ascension With intention, we even celebrate in public spaces When you light a blunt and it's smokey, you can see their faces Leave an offering, so eternally you in the graces You can pick up the tradition, doesn't matter what your race is At the grave site, making sure it's clean and flowers lay right Reciting Bible verses or poetry like a playwright In the daylight, I pour a glass of agua de Jamaica Class in session every single time I choose to pick up the mic up There's atole and tequila for the fallen, take a swig Un rosario for my people who are gone and cannot live All the love my people give to the fallen on their throne Is reciprocated, hope you pray for me when I am bones