David, king of Israel
David tended sheep
But David works at the corner store,
Off Chula Vista Street
So God sends him a prophet
He comes riding into town
And finds this chavo outside the auto shop,
When God’s chevrolet broke down
All that smoke gave the kid a halo
Red-eyed, disheveled, and royal
So good ol’ Sammy there and then
Anointed him with motor oil
Said you could be king of Mexico
But you’re 20
And you don’t know
Now, King David had an army
He had 10,000 men
But you spun around
Your snapback crown
And became a punk again
David slept on concrete
He worshiped Thrasher magazine
Passed out on park-bench pews
Singing the gospel of his unbelief
Just say it
Don’t just pray it
You think
Dog-boy here’s too high to get it
He ain’t special
He ain’t worth it
He’s just another street kid tryin’ to work it
All your missions trips
What have they fixed
You said leave him alone to his
Skate tricks
You might’ve tried
Once or twice
But David says he’s got an unholy mind
Poured mescal on a backyard shrine
Santa Muerte’s as good a saint as any
The grim reaper or Mother Mary
Which one gets me
Which one knows these streets
Would know where to find me
He said I don’t blame Him
The big Sky Man
For thinking I could be someone
I could make it
But all my chances
I’ve destroyed them
Your church music don’t get me like
Pink Floyd, man
David called me from a payphone
David called himself dethroned
Said God couldn’t know
The way he’d go
And with the sinners
Got stoned