Wannabe Cholos

by Chorro   Oct 3, 2006


So yous a gangsta boy
Down with this gangsta life
Down with this gangsta clique,
but bebe you anit nothing
You did a gurl
Now you claim her gangsta thing couldnt handle it
Because you anit gangsta, punta
Some of us were bred
Our futures burend an read in the book of history
Untill the day that we die
But that anit you
You grew up with strict rules
Went to a nice school and mom and pops both cool
buying you things
So yous a rebal now bass and trebal load
They dont know about you in a new croud
You wish you were us, You wish you had the guts to step in our shoes and ride the bus
No bemer no benz, nobody given a dam
Cant trust your friends, and in the endyou lose it anf fed up
Reading in the new some morring, Headline reads murder of some kid you knew
You'll never have to cry and ask yourself why you aint picked up that phone when it rang that night, when you could of saved him that night.
Instead you ignored his last breaths
Now hes sleepin in the morge with 6 in his chest
Yous not a gangsta boy, I anit changed my mind
This is a mistake an i aint wastin my time
Nah i anit wastin my time becasue you gotta earn and learn
To claim that yous a gangsta
By being straight out of the burbs
That anit street knowlege you hold its a diploma
PAID IN FULL

By CHORRO

R.I.P Abelardo Sala (mi primo)

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