with the babies in the hood
that makes something out of nothing.
Get their kids what they could.
What's good is that it don't fade you.
What made you keep your head up
when he felt that he played you?
You said, fuck it, you were fed up.
you made up your mind to stay down.
He felt the test and left.
That's why daddy's not around.
Our brown mujeres go through this
I know I won't make a difference,
it's what our kids absorb.
you cut the umbilical cord to the Lord
Through your kids you earn your price
Simon that's what it's about
Now you burn it and keep it
Feeling healthy and proud
When you lay down to sleep
From that bald Mexican, uh
Don't cry, dry your eye s
Oh yeah, don't cry, dry your eyes
Though the week was kickin' in,
Livin' the real life task,
Five times a week, le chingas,
which means you put in work
Your baby's without a pops,
it seems you're paying dues
can and will grow to choose
Who's in this life, who's not,
Go to school, then make bank,
or on the streets getting shot
Not things you like to think of,
So watch your baby's footsteps,
but let them be who they'll be
when my morro needs me esa,
I'll do what I have to, to stay alive
hang around with that culeto
Yo los quiero los morros,
And as they start to grow up,
you're gonna help them see
Why we live the way we do,
how to learn to stay true
cause their ass will be through
Just some shit that's on my mind,
not trying to tell you what to do
If you feel I'm out of line,
then just say, fuck this food
Pero si entiendes, feel it,
Don't walk through callejones
and don't talk about the steel
They should know que hay desmadre,
La clave de esta ro la es loca,
No te traigas los corajes
porque se van a hacer bolas
Fucking you up at the end,
Stay strong and proud, and baby,
