Papi Was A Rolling Stone

Papi was a rolling stone
even before mami died

he spread his wings
aguila con aguilas

always looking from the sun
an eye for distant stars

he longed for the high life
no matter how many times he crashed

he picked himself up
he dusted himself off

and up he went
papi was a rolling stone

who’d left his ancestral home behind
to live where angels fear to tread

papi was a rolling stone
God welcomed him instead