Intro
Po-li-tics, come on,
Man is by nature a political being,
He needs to live in a city,
So what the hell am I doing in Santa Fe?
Verse
Santa Fe, New Mexico,
Don’t let the name fool you, this place is fuckin’ cold,
Five months out of the year, it’s clear,
You’re in a freezing wasteland, and what are you near?
Albuquerque? Sixty miles away,
Trust me when I say it ain’t worth it to stray,
Doesn’t warm up ‘til May, so you better get a coat,
This ain’t a joke, but I need a new note,
Santa Fe River don’t exist,
When I realized this, believe me, I was pissed,
No water for miles, just rocks and dirt,
And dust, your allergies will hurt,
You gotta sweep multiple times a week,
Or else the dust develops, envelops everything,
Maybe it’s just me, but I like water over dust,
Sorry, but that’s just ‘cause no water sucks,
Santa Fe streets are well planned,
No, I’m kidding, you still with me? Let me say what I can,
Besides the weird dividers that stop me and my crew,
Paseo de Peralta is shaped like a U,
Have these people ever heard of a grid?
Most is in a valley, so there’s no excuse for it,
I know this sounds old, but you need to redesign,
I cover every problem, but I don’t have the time.
Chorus
‘Cause Santa Fe, New Mexico ain’t dope,
It’s in the middle of nowhere,
So hear these words and fly like a bird,
To some place better, any place better.
Verse
Santa Fe, New Mexico,
A cultural center for those who don’t know,
But I have yet to see any legitimate art,
If you ask me, how did they start?
Hell if I know, I say as I go,
Viewing galleries on Old Canyon Road,
I try to show, but these people don’t believe,
They say this shit is artistry,
Santa Fe is adobe,
Even in the desert, it’s a sight to see,
Or not see, ‘cause it all blends in,
Adds to the boredom, ignore when in,
The plaza, which is excitin’,
Think for a minute and it could have been,
But, oh well, this ain’t a great town,
You knew that though, so don’t write it down,
Santa Fe, it ain’t my home,
And it will never be, I think I’ve shown,
It’s well known, that’s why I left,
‘Cause living here is less life than death,
Man’s a political creature, it’s true,
And man needs a city for something to do,
For all the residents, sorry if I’ve offended,
But Santa Fe sucks, there I said it.
Chorus
‘Cause Santa Fe, New Mexico ain’t dope,
It’s in the middle of nowhere,
So hear these words and fly like a bird,
To some place better, any place better.
Bridge
Break it down,
Come on now!
Chorus
‘Cause Santa Fe, New Mexico ain’t dope,
It’s in the middle of nowhere,
So hear these words and fly like a bird,
To some place better, any place better.
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