The Mexican

Chico Fernandez Sleeping on his guns Shot rare coins for practice Map to the fortune, hidden up under the mattress A lead belt attaches with holsters Waiting area, two blazing toasters Hit the stage coach on stallions Looking for Federal Reserve notes and gold medallions Heavily pursued by the local governor, a southerner Sought after by the whole battalion Fell out a snake within the handshake Get the drop on them then he exploited the mistake Protecting his gold he sold by the plates Ready to shoot while his horses drank from the lake Deputy saved by the badge on the blazer A warning shot from one that had the aim of a laser Trait by the neighbor a gambler Who would stack the deck, plus he marked cards wit a razor Chico Fernandez Sleepin' on his gun Dreams of Santa Anna Fighting in the sun Drums so loud from outside Makes it hard to dream A rain is fallin' hard and fast Makes it all seem real Mornin', come mornin' A Chico's gotta have his share Mornin', sad mornin' What a laugh, and I cried And I cry, cry, cry, cry, cried He used to move weight but then became a grower Constricted boa, the most of Sinaloa Cooperating along in mining zones For mostly silver and other shining stones Abandoned political rebel He moved with a group of pistolevils flashing heavy metals Clash with the law triggered intense reactions Hard labor gave them multiple contractions Lawmen turned to outlaw, gunfighter cattle rustlers Hustlers ruff riders useless connections Everything traversal Cross stone socio-economic circles Señorita pining Chico come on home Santa Anna's losing You'll be first to go Sam Houston's laughing Davy Crockett too When Anna takes the Alamo The first to go is you Mornin', come mornin' A Chico's gotta have his share Mornin', sad mornin' Heaven will be there Mornin', sad mornin' What a laugh and out loud Ha ha ha ha ha --- The Mexican - GZA and Tom Morello