[Chorus] She don't know why but all she knows is that her youngest child is a real gangsta,now you see..... [Verse 1] He waz a good kid all through elementary A's and B's and had mo enemies,But he saw all the G's as he walked home he couldnt read all the words on the walls though,So many letters were crossed out with X's,He wondered but knew not to ask those questions No pops and his mom worked through the nail,She managed to buy him some shoes on sale,She didnt know she bought the wrong color,So they stayed in the closet all summer. Even though the kid wasnt affiliated,He knew what they liked,and knew what they hated Now he's in middle school,same individual,But this is were things seem to get a bit difficuly This is the life of a young mexican First verse done take me to the seconde one. [Verse 2] 6th grade why so much homework Got a potpie sittin in the stove burnt, Momma still aint back from her job yet so he eats it cause thats all he gots left Then he plays with his little puppy Cinnamon,his last dog waz a victom of a hit-and-run,There is a know at his door its his homeboy Your moms gone he pulls out a chrome toy, Where'd you get that from the kid asks,We broke into a house we got a bunch of shit stash It was the first time he ever held a real gun,To get one of these you gotta steal one, We're to young they wont let us buy a gat.Now if they shoot at us we can fire back "Who is they and why would they blast at me?"Cause you from the hood fool this is family. [Chorus]x2 A year passes now the kids dickies in his pocket got a knife and a nickelbag and the homeboy that showed him his first gun got killed last week in a burbin put his work in 45jerkin lucky shot head pop like a virgin,Closed caskey touch as you stroll pass it, Got his name tattoed on 2 hoes assea so hell still be remembered often while his lil bitch gettin hit mommy style, It aint stoppin now while his mom on the ground yellin pleas lord not my child i wana watch him smile He can turn his clock up load He can sleep with his pitbull on the couch,And while the kid is listenin to her words all he can think of is bloody bloody murders. [Chorus]-x2 Yo man this is one guy i wana tell all ma people to keep their dreams alive man, Dont let the wall of life destroy your dreams, Believe in yourself,Dont follow the blind you deserve the best in life homito you can have it Its our time now Thanks to Angelica Duran
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Copy to Clipboard: [Chorus] She don't know why but all she knows is that her youngest child is a real gangsta,now you see..... [Verse 1] He waz a good kid all through elementary A's and B's and had mo enemies,But he saw all the G's as he walked home he couldnt read all the words on the walls though,So many letters were crossed out with X's,He wondered but knew not to ask those questions No pops and his mom worked through the nail,She managed to buy him some shoes on sale,She didnt know she bought the wrong color,So they stayed in the closet all summer. Even though the kid wasnt affiliated,He knew what they liked,and knew what they hated Now he's in middle school,same individual,But this is were things seem to get a bit difficuly This is the life of a young mexican First verse done take me to the seconde one. [Verse 2] 6th grade why so much homework Got a potpie sittin in the stove burnt, Momma still aint back from her job yet so he eats it cause thats all he gots left Then he plays with his little puppy Cinnamon,his last dog waz a victom of a hit-and-run,There is a know at his door its his homeboy Your moms gone he pulls out a chrome toy, Where'd you get that from the kid asks,We broke into a house we got a bunch of shit stash It was the first time he ever held a real gun,To get one of these you gotta steal one, We're to young they wont let us buy a gat.Now if they shoot at us we can fire back "Who is they and why would they blast at me?"Cause you from the hood fool this is family. [Chorus]x2 A year passes now the kids dickies in his pocket got a knife and a nickelbag and the homeboy that showed him his first gun got killed last week in a burbin put his work in 45jerkin lucky shot head pop like a virgin,Closed caskey touch as you stroll pass it, Got his name tattoed on 2 hoes assea so hell still be remembered often while his lil bitch gettin hit mommy style, It aint stoppin now while his mom on the ground yellin pleas lord not my child i wana watch him smile He can turn his clock up load He can sleep with his pitbull on the couch,And while the kid is listenin to her words all he can think of is bloody bloody murders. [Chorus]-x2 Yo man this is one guy i wana tell all ma people to keep their dreams alive man, Dont let the wall of life destroy your dreams, Believe in yourself,Dont follow the blind you deserve the best in life homito you can have it Its our time now Thanks to Angelica Duran
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