"The door is closing"



Yeah man

I finally got e'rything together I'm ready to go

Got my passport, my intinerary, it's about to be on



"Jefferson Park is next"

"Doors open on the left, at Jefferson Park"



(You got a trip planned? Where you goin Che?)

What do you mean, where I'm goin?

And how you know my name, fool? I don't know you

(Ready to talk to us?)

Am I ready to talk to you?

Awwwww, I know who you are, I know what y'all on

Listen man, I'ma get on this plane

And when I'm outta here, ain't nuttin y'all can do about it

and HELL NAW I ain't talkin to you!

Whatever book you got open, you might as well shut it

I'M OUT!

(Alright see you at your next stop Che)



{*breathing hard*} I think I lost him

Aight look, this is revolution

The new era, of freedom fighters

Most governments call terror

I live by the gun, they march and write letters

Born in Argentina, Ernesto Guevera

Some people knew him as El Commandente

Mexicans said, "Che mucho mucho hombre!"

Enemies knew I was good with the gunplay

But today, I'm, I'm, El, Che!

Yeah, that's my name

Communist shit's all the same

We was born in the hood where we stood slingin lots of 'caine

In the drought ask God for rain

What it's 'bout when you fin' to lose your house and yo' spouse and say

You diggin in the couch for change

You wanna blow out your brains, everybody need a hero

What's my name, what's my name?

I'm El, Che...