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Smile now cry later,
Don't let them faze you,
Be gone wit a hater,

Stand up stand proud,
Where my latinos at?
Make some noise ...get loud!

This is for the homies that never did anything but roam the streets,
Late night walkers,
Beat boxin to their own beats,

This is for the homies who walk around in their Cortez shoes,
Lonely one,
Always listenin to them chicano blues,

And This is for the homies who always stood real,
Stood up for ya homies,
Even if you had to kill,

When they wannabes try ta mean mug,
Pull the trigger,
Give one of em a bullet hug,

Some fools think they hard and thats all good,
Lets see them try to live it in my hood,

This is for the homies who got locked up for protectin another,
House gettin shot up so he shot back,
He was just protectin his mother,

And this is fo the homies who smoke up them trees,
And they could care less if the popo sees,

This is for the homies who've been through it all,
All the shit here,
And they still stand tall,

When them haters wanna front,
FUq it we don't care,
We just blaze up a blunt,

We'll laugh it off and even spit in their face,
Cause this isn't for them,
It for the homayyyycccce!

(C.)