I. Start
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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