Why Spanish?
They say Spanish is a language of love.
It wraps a ribbon around your tongue,
And shoots your words out like an arrowed dove
And the expressions remind you, to have a little fun.
But you see, Spanish is a language of hate.
It swam across on small boats.
Infecting a culture that learned about the world a little to late.
So let's toast! To Spanish.
Because you see, Spanish pronounces every letter.
Spanish pronounces every letter because nothing should go unsaid.
Every letter written deserves to be read.
Silence can't haunt us, like the ones who taught us did.
You see, English needs a lesson,
About the adjectives and the nouns
How can you put the color in front of the person
And expect them not to make a sound?
Oh! The sounds, where do I begin?
Everyone wants your R's
Again, and again, and again.
It's like you're a manufacturer rolling out car, after car, after car
They say the devil is in the details
But with Spanish, God lies in them.
With words like “Adios”
So cherish your Bibles
Because Quetzalcoatl was skinned to make some
But speaking about leather, it's funny how they import us to our home.
They bring us to these wide open fields
With nowhere to go. No where to run.
Like flowers that can't grow. Dehydrated by the sun.
But underneath dirt and the anguish,
Our roots speak Spanish.