What's one to expect

What's one to expect When all they hear of Is money drugs cars and sex Then they wonder why kids run up in yo homes with them tecs With money comes power then comes the respect Instead of feeding us with knowledge They want to keep us locked away over some nonsense I got sense I just made a bad choice A voice in my head Said I should have never trust a homeboy And now that I'm lock down There nowhere to be found There no. Where around I thought they were down But no So I must grow From the situation that I'm dealt They got my brother doing time Now imagine the pain my momma felt When her second son took the same route I didn't pick up a gun but I did what I had to do Cuz that's how it is in the hood I grew up in I grew up with G's to get high and drunk with But I never blame the streets Or the homies I grew up with I am the way I am cuz it just is I'm just another dumb Mexican A product of my environment I was born with my mind corrupted Even our government is full of corruption They want to throw us in them dungeons I'm taking bout me You And the whole Mexican crew Fuck it I'm talking about you if your minority to It's like pac said They dont give a fuck about us They want to keep us down Cuz there' afraid us Look how we grew up So how can you they blame us For living dangerous They say we're thugs This is what you made of us