Papi y el Bongo

Papi y el Bongo

rhythmic gothic organ-focused

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Testo

Papi y el Bongo

[Verse]
Sunday mornings come alive in fear
I put on my shoes and chant the prayers here
Halos high but shadows creep low
Bongo beats to a tale untold
[Verse 2]
Candles flicker on the altar's stage
Whispers quiet stir a hidden rage
Choked on hymns with a soul in flight
Papi's eyes burning in the holy light
[Chorus]
Boy don't you dare say curses loud
Blessings come forth but silence so proud
Papi's hand turns to a thunderous song
Ass like a bongo when faith goes wrong
[Verse 3]
Revival tides wash me away each time
Yet I'm shackled by fear in rhythm’s rhyme
Church bells toll like a mocking laugh
Every sermon a memory in the past
[Bridge]
The organ plays a requiem of sin
Papi’s stern face as the choir begins
Notes echo through my restless mind
Cuss and the bongo will find your behind
[Verse 4]
Toe the line of divine and dread
Papi's words haunting in my head
Veiled in robes of forced belief
A childhood lost in the church’s thief