This song is dedicated to our families. It is dedicated to people who left everything they knew, and everything they had behind. The only thing they took with them was hope and the opportunity to give the next generation an option for a better life. When you listen to this song and read its lyrics, I know you’ll feel the pride we have for our music and our passion for our culture. This song is about believing in one’s personal mission, and to commemorate those who helped get us to this point. Enjoy.

All Make Believe
Music by BredCrumbs / Lyrics by: Paco "grillo" Pino

Pino not from the city of wind
New York, California or City of Sin
I’m from the MIA where the women are in
Attack for the cats with phat cars and beautiful rims
I drive a 92 Saturn and the cammies are twin
It’s got no AC and the music is dim
The speakers cracked in the back
That shit be rattling
Beach sand and cigar smoke trappin them in
Pino no dough, got no money to spend
But I got so much soul got you beggin for him
Who’s got so much spirit got you listening in
To passionate poetry and the lyrics I sing
Coming straight from the heart we about to begin
Constructing our own road never following them
The summer’s getting kinda hot about 110
But we some cool motherfunkers
Never sweating for them
Chorus:
It’s All Make Believe
Crash into your fantasies
And fall in between
The real and the dream
It’s All Make Believe
Crash into your fantasies
And fall in between
The real and the dream
V2:
Grillo, the storyteller with cottonmouth
Throw your fist up and give you something to think about
We’re from the south with gold necks and mouths
With saints around our necks we laugh and talk loud
No doubt, but that aint all we’re about
Came from different places but made the same vow
We announce, to never be held down
Stand in our way get plowed like farm ground
Dig down, this for the people of the proud
Who left their home town to break some new ground
No matter how tough times get here
It’s better than back there yeah
so let me make this clear
My city’s not found in a bar
It’s busy under the stars
Fuck clubs we party in our back yards
To start, and give thanks for what’s given
Take each day as a gift like it’s Christmas.
Chorus:
V 3:
Now, getting back to the place I rest
The sun beats down on your back when you lay on your chest
The waves crash into the shore are the peak of their crest
And yes, It don’t get much better that this
The coldest day of the year’s about 106
The culture and the spirit
The minority fist
But yet, our grandparents still long for the place
They left in exile so their kids could safe
Since I benefitted from that decision they made
I express my soul’s freedom with every word that I say
And every word I recite is infused with the fight
Of representing refugees who have suffered the plight
And pray that Yemaya take mercy on their lives
Tonight on the horizon a soul will flat line
Oh my, but we don’t ask for tears
Just a promise that you’ll fight for your dreams like it was theirs