Tryin' to stop the rise but the mexican lives

Carly, I want you to stay strong mamacita

Listen to your mom okay?

Don't worry Daddy's

Gonna be home soon

Thinkin' 'about my baby girl, thinkin' 'bout my baby girl

Thinkin' 'about my baby girl

Growin' up by herself in this shady world

She got a good mom and I hope that

Everything will be fine 'til I'm home black

Up in this prison can't do much

With my homies and is my turn to cook lunch

Listen my children I can't believe

What these muthafuckers doin' to my family

But I stay strong and I keep my faith

Even though I'm thuggin' 'til I see my grave

Mama don't worry about your youngest son

You should know that I never was the lucky one

Sadness was all that I was dealt right?

Happiness never knew what it felt like

But I know I can't be held back

Like they did me in the 6th grade remember that?

Today they love what they see (Eight bar hooks, but I'm just gonna do four)

Our people killin' one another (Know what I'm sayin' cause I gotta to do this)

They fear the day of unity

The day our people come together

I know the primege should never have a favorite child

But my Carly just so crazy and wild

My only daughter she's Daddy's girl

And for her I'll buy the whole Astro world

But she don't want money she just wants me there

To watch her play piano or brush her hair

And I know there's a million kids

That feel the same pain that my children's in

Forty-five Years 'cause they hatin' a G

To brake loose from this modern day slavery

They wanna sent the cage makin' minumum wage

That's how this muthafuckin' system was made

I lift weights I play handball

I write Carly I write my Grandma

I'm writin' a movie and I'm sendin' a copy

To Edward James Olmos these hoes can't stop me

Today they love what they see

Our people killin' one another

They fear the day of unity

The day our people come together

You got tango and you got famas

You got vatos that cry for they mamas

You got soldados that handle they bizz

You got people that can't recognize they kids

You got homies comin' in on the straight five

Put some work in now he gotta face life

That's 40 years before he on parole

Is all in the sopa he ain't comin' home

This is the belly of the beast the semen jungle

The drunk driver that killed my homies niece and uncle

Just walks right by me, should I straight flow 'em?

Naw homey instead I'm gonna pray for 'em

In seven weeks when this album hits the streets

They'll be pist at me 'cause I made history

I speak from the place they stuck my race

But revenge is the sweetest muthafuckin' taste

Today they love what they see

Our people killin' one another

They fear the day of unity

The day our people come together

Today they love what they see

They fear the day of unity

The day our people come together