Shark Blood Mercy (Sawtooth)

[Intro, low, smoky, dangerous] Mira… You come to me bleeding, sí? You cry, you beg, you shake… But I am not your angel. I am the hand that keeps you breathing. So sit down, cariño… and bite on leather. [Verse 1, steady, dark, proud] Came from Tycheros with smoke in my chest, Salt in my mouth and no place to rest, Grey skin, black marks, old ghosts in my veins, I learned very young that healing means pain. They looked at my teeth and they laughed in my face, Called me a devil, a stain, a disgrace, But this city still opens when flesh starts to tear, And who do they run to? Me. I’m right there. [Pre-Chorus, rising, with contempt] You laugh at my blood, my voice, my name, Then crawl to my door when you’re drowning in shame, Ay, pobre cabrón, now look at you pray— You mocked all my rites, now you beg me to stay. [Chorus, explosive, defiant] I got shark blood mercy, knife-hand grace, I sew up the dying with ash on my face, I spit hard truth, no sweet little lie, If you live through my hands, then you live ’cause I decide. Shark blood mercy, street-born flame, Say “Sawtooth” with fear, remember my name, This city bites deep, but I bite más fuerte— And I do not break. ¿Me oyes? I do not break. [Verse 2, harder, more heated] Crow was a fool with a dream in his fist, Wanted a badge, but they laughed at the list, Tycherosi boy with a straight-backed pride, So the city broke his knuckles and threw him aside. Then came the arenas, the blood and the cheers, The busted-up ribs and the old stupid fears, And every damn time he came back to my floor, I patched him together and sent him to war. [Pre-Chorus, bitter, intimate] “Hera,” I call him, and he knows that word, More than some prayer and more than what’s heard, Crow for his bloodline, shark for my own, Two little beasts too far from home. [Chorus, bigger, singalong] I got shark blood mercy, blade-white grin, I drag fools back breathing through bone and skin, I curse, I cut, I cauterize clean, I have seen worse things than your broken spleen. Shark blood mercy, no saint’s disguise, Just violet fire in these tired eyes, This city wants meek—pero I came feral, And I do not kneel. No, coño, I do not kneel. [Bridge, slower, ritualistic, intense] Boil the needle, pass the thread, Talk too much and you wake up dead. Burn the herbs, mark the scar, Name the wound so it knows what you are. Blood remembers. Bone remembers. The tribe remembers even here. Hai in my shadow, teeth in my smile, I carry my people mile by mile. [Breakdown, half-sung, half-spat] No soy pretty. No soy gentle. No soy made for your clean little world. I am the back-room light. The last sharp breath. The woman your bastards need when the red hits the floor. [Final Chorus, triumphant, ferocious] I got shark blood mercy, iron lungs, Smoke in my teeth and fire on my tongue, I heal like a storm, I save like a fight, You don’t come to me for comfort, you come to survive. Shark blood mercy, black-mark skin, I wear my rage proud and I call it kin, From Tycheros dust to Duskvol dirt— I made my name with blood and hurt. Shark blood mercy, remember it well— I pulled myself up from the edge of hell. [Outro, low, dangerous, almost tender] So if you come to my door, Come honest. Come bleeding. Come ready to pay. And if I call you “Hera”… Then maybe, maybe… I’ll let you live.