A city of beauty in a land called Tenochitlan../

Were art was a form of an individual's contraband../

No drugs, alcohol, and war for land../

Just civilization living it enough so it could withstand../

The terror headed, like a prediction inbeded ../

Millions of my ancestors were beheaded../

Cut through the vertabrate from spaniards that still discriminate..

To this point of era and age../

Its to many words to explain../

The horror they left after the rain../

Blood still stains, the streets../

So far and millions of lightyears torn apart../

Masterfull work of art left behind to begin a new start../

Devastating stinch like a fat fuck layin a fart ../

The memory of a nation got carried away like a shopping cart../

No remorse for the actions they sought../

Culture of bullshit they brought../

Didn't make me think of it as a supreme god../