Monday, May 12, 2008

Paisas wanna get down too.

So,
we sneaked into
the
employee dinner
claiming we from
restaurant 94.

I declined to participate
in the raffle,
just in case i won.

hell,
somebody,
sweated in that fucken kitchen.
all year....
might as well let homeboy
get a
fair shake
at a bike.

i will settle for the
free food, women, drinks
dancing, friends
and
karaoke

Karaoke?!

fuck yeah karioki, cuz Paisas wanna get down too...

The dj, not
really bothering with
translating to english
half the time,
and
no one noticing anyway...

Paisas love to get down on the karioki.

Cantar
para
bailar.
a la buenas y al las malas...

technicos contra rudos.

Cantar a la pura brava...
con
todo
alma...

Cantando en mi primera idioma...

I wanna git down.
i wanna get down...
i came to get down....
but don't know any songs in espanish.
and in
spanglish...kinda
and
only humm in nawa.......

fuck! i can hardly even spell in english.

I sign up,
but chicken out. not sure this is the
right crowd. I
get dared, double dared, punked, and harrassed
by the homies.
Fine! i'll do it.

I'm gonna sing in english.
its ok.
fuck the haters, nobody calls me chicken.

I thank god
as the singer before us, clears out
the dance floor like the plague.
doing me a favor........
as
my song comes on.....

I let go,
don't give a fuck!
check out and
belt out an Elvis song.

Moving my hips and shakin like
eplilepsy....
i came to get down...

a small group of people get up,
to rock and roll.

They
move and groove,
the way god intend
our asses to
shake.

The joint was rocken,
Paisas gettin down to
Jail house rock!!!

cuz all year its work
hard work,
shit work,
bills,
and thankless work.
long hours
and thankless kids.


The Paisas came to get down tonite...and they weren’t gonna me
or thing else
get in the way.

08'

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