callejon si salida personality

my rime old school just like my thighs I get progress on the time I wasn't forgetting second chance and my happiness everything else is come next just materialistic Someday gonna be dead with nothing on my package they call me fake or vejestory but not one have my mind or my madness some times but my people still on feeth day and night during the routine a riesgos nos hemos emfrentado bien o mal nadie se ase nada cuando el tiempo les yega la cruda noche yega trabajando duro unos como lo q reparando otros progresando en lo de major ganansia otros en la calle lavando carros y otros pasando abres sin saver como travajar con la mente my people have their own way but me just doing music for them because we are no one we are meni people wanted to be the best in another try to save there lives for the snakes and the goats snitches punching their lifes if they going some where for cover the sun is to hot cover the sun is to hot gay with money they are not happy just. give the shoes to someone else I love my people in my hands is open for them like virgen de Guadalupe who I pray for them to be right or good nigth for their n ot open eyes pireso todos quieren esto para darle mas ambre de billetes y travesia aquellos tacaños sin sensura just helped them normaly old girls like mother who doesn't remember them kids because prifer forget them when I see home again asking for a napkin to clean them sweet people who has everything they don't care if you are the same who doesn't have nasty to help my people all the streetside is difficult the lives. all the things to you do to sovive my people ángeles caídos de un yamado sielo staring to 0 prima J select stile