GROWNING UP
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Created on 5-8-07
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 life in prison,
yeah, just rotting in the pen,
we wish we would have listened,
and done it all over again…
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 life in prison,
yeah, just rotting in the pen,
we wish we would have listened,
and done it all over again…
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