grew up in the hood saw cholos coke and bottles grew up to some heroina consumiendo todo el rato people always told me no seas tonto go to school pero with my friends poping mollys everything was cool saw my mama always grinding out there dirty in the streets trabajando todo el rato tryna find something to eat father left us with a hoe that he met out in cali dirty bitches turned to snitches when i needed you badly you left me, you abandonded us you left us in the dirt no clothe and no truck you didnt send a dime not time with no luck your boys all grown up dad dont give a fuck outta time and outa mind saying you are back for good but you left us in the gutters broken bottles in the hood everybody looks at us pointing fingers aint no good tryna be a better person but a fathers all it took but im back on my grind in no time doing betta every single days a struggle fuck the bother check the wheather smoking hella on this green poping bottles dont get better fuck the dissapointed treatment en mi casa es enserio everybody get up now and pop open your ears cause the situations tough and worsens by the years gotta get checked up take them motherfucking pills when i open my eyes it will all just dissapear ..