Jesus te Ama

In the Mission, you don’t walk at night
But boys will be boys

In the Mission, God is in the taquerías
At least that’s what it tastes like

In the Mission, tech boys play with their toys
Catching chartered buses to the valley

In the Mission, angels sit on every corner
Or they did once

In the Mission, people have dropped off the map
If one was ever drawn

In the Mission, the sun chases the shadows
And the moon arms them

In the Mission, life is cheap
But still not quite free

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