I

I wish these tears of sweat won't dissipate

That my fuel will escalate

And the boos of hate will deteriorate

Strive to work how fair is it to lose

When you've withstood blows

Easy to stop much harder to go

Growth? How my bros kamikazes

Strapped to Rari's

Aimin' for heaven, but hell is trying me

So I'm Siamese with my own caution

I'm noxious tryin' to escape this pool of vomit

The hood a trench of recklessness

Total abandonment a step behind the ghettos

Strapped with guns all over the cuerpo

Dig through to step off this level

Let it sand you're vision

Wake 20 years from now at the house of you're mistress

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A gift that's not religious

Bliss an attempt to secure my own mission

I been having dreams about my goddam visions

Laying in a bed with 20 bad bitches

And I still have my soul

A gift that's not religious

Bliss an attempt to secure my own mission

I been having dreams about my goddam visions

2x And I still have my soul

II

It's more than violent ways

These violent days keep me wide-awake

Hypocrite illiterate a young misfit

Bitches dig that bad boy attitude

As I dig my dick down their assholes

I won't ever represent anything more than a bad idea

A growin deprecation and deprivation of my own familia

Never smoked the sativa

Or drank the sangria

Eyes wide open only make the pain more realer

Wishin' my mom was in a villa

Society almost pushing me towards becomin' a villain

But I deal with it

Laugh at the government when I begin to stack millions

When I hit a billion I turn around and give it all back to the victims

I won't ever represent anything more than a Mexican

A stain on the mix of shit that is the system

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