Sigue Siendo El Rey or A King in Los Angeles
After Rafael Cardenas
Don Fausto found his way back to the city
after the drought hit Dinuba real hard.
Since then, he’s been chasing work
thru passenger side windows out in
Highland Park. Today he found some
good wages. That’s why the vato’s so happy.
You can hear ’em from here, all loud.
Or maybe you can’t from over there.
I’ll tell you, Fausto just let off the pedal some
and he’s playing Norteñas from his backpack.
The chain around the gears stays put, but
the bearings still click and the wheels
spin fast as he glides through downtown.
That homie’s singing, man, singing for reals.
His tejana hasn’t slipped once; I don’t know what’s
holding it down. No shit, that viejo’s singing good too.