[Verse 1: A.L.T.]

The east side of town was where the shit went down

Shells on the ground and people standing all around

Looking at the six year old kid who got hit

Knowing that Spooky was the target

And things got a change on the streets

As I look at the body, I see blood seeping through the sheets

And gang bang needs their asses kicked

Cause there's a mother right now while shopping for a casket

Cause the gun was in a hand of a child

Instead of in school, he was out acting wild

And he was down for his clique

Out on the street, he got his parents worrying sick

He got one time knocking at the door

Take him out in cuffs, mamas crying on the floor

And on the other side of town, a baby gets lowered in the ground

Damn

[Chorus: Rich Garcia]

Mothers crying, children dying

Living life so old but you're still so young

Understanding all the problems of this world

Stone cold, stone cold, stone cold, oooo

[Verse 2: A.L.T.]

A full moon was out when them fools rode by

A shotgun blast lit up the sky

They jumped Tiny in the clique that night

And he was down for some shit that night

A 44 mag, stolen jag, and somebody gonna catch a body bag

Oh did I mention

You don't come through the hood with a wrong intention

He rolled up their street, another little vato, six feet deep

And now he's up in the pin wonder who, why, and when

And who's his friend

And he driving his mama insane

Yeah, she sick but she still goes out miles in the train

To visit his ass in jail

Yesterday Tiny hung himself in his cell

[Chorus: Rich Garcia]

Mothers crying, children dying

Living life so old but you're still so young

Understanding all the problems of this world

Stone cold, stone cold, stone cold, oooo

[Verse 3: A.L.T.]

Mama did her best to raise me right

She worked day and night but still got the fright

Of losing her third son cause two went down

And if she had money, she would leave this town

But she's stuck in the factory man

Damn, I hate to see the blisters on her hand

And pops left back in 73

But if he comes back, he's got to deal with me

He probably still don't know that two of his sons

Fail victim to hand guns

And mama, she be working like a slave right

At Sunday, she took a few flowers to the grave site

And here I am hanging on the street

A shot ran out in the summer heat

My body got numb, my throat was dry

The last thing I heard was my mamas cry

[Chorus: Rich Garcia]

Mothers crying, children dying

Living life so old but you're still so young

Understanding all the problems of this world

Stone cold, stone cold, stone cold, oooo

So much pain, so much sorrow

When you're brother dies

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