The Strong

My life's a wreck .
One thing I want is respect,
before I get shot in my neck.
My dream is to be a computer
tech.
So if I want it to come true
I better stay in check.
My ideas are everywhere it's
like shuffling a deck.
I'm Mexican, and my worst
enemy is a Red neck.
It's easy to cause problems
all I need a sec.

I'm down for the red, many
haters want to shoot me in
the head.
I be struggling to get a
peace of bread.
A lot of people want to see
me dead.
My home boy got sick of the
hood so the vato just fled.
My other homie tried to run,
instead he got shot, and
nows he's dead.
I ain't going to lie, some-
times I get afraid.

I've seen so many things
with my own two eyes.
I've seen people cry.
I've seen people try.
Many home boy's clear their
problems by getting high.
Some die thinking they
can fly.
Others die when they only
taking a ride.
To survive it's like you got
to be a spy.
Call the cops and watch
they won't even stop by.
Thereby it's true what they
say only the strong survive.