~~~A
Sad Cholo~~~
This
cholo cried,
su corazon has died,
a jaina he once had,
left him feeling sad,
at night he looks up at the sky,
tries
to hide his sadness by getting high,
he puts his cuete to his head,
thinking he was better off dead,
he puts in his
clip,
takes another hit,
a tear goes down his face,
as he holds his gun in place,
he pulls the trigger,
the
bullet cuts through like a knife,
he lays in a puddle of blood,
he has taken his life,
he wrote a note and put it
in his hand,
telling her he thought he was her only man,
I saw the note,
and took this quote,
this is what it
read...
"This blood I shed,
is from a bullet to the head,
over and over I cried and cried,
with me all our memories
have died,
our love I tried to save,
it didn't happen,
so I take it with me to the grave..."
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~~~Growing Up~~~
We
grow up in different barrios,
all country wide,
from the east to the west,
north and south side,
we look up to
the veteranos,
and hear what they say,
of how the gang life was back in their day,
Still cruisen in their ranflas
all hella low,
when it came down to putasos,
they'd fight toe to toe,
they wouldn't do this drive-by shit,
wondering
who will take the hit,
will it be a little child,
who takes the bullet going wild?
cuz the vato couldn't aim,
now
he has to live in shame,
don't they have the balls,
to throw down one on one, and not punk out by pulling out the gun,
But
all us little chavalillos,
what do we do?
We do what we can,
to get a name in the crew,
But when we're serving
lif in prison,
yeah, just rotting in the pen,
we wish we would have listened,
and done it all over again...
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