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Verse 1
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born into this world,
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butt naked, without shit,
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I'm independent in a tattoo outfit
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See my grapple was a cheat,
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how you think that I got that?
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The job is revealed,
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until they raided the south sands
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Forcing everybody to the project system,
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got them ready for the show,
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then send them to prison
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High blood came a -chowin'
through the villa to me
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You would've did the same thing
if you'd what I see
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And in the streets
I recall my uncle's only deceit
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Not the early age of four,
in the villa the beast
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In ages five, six, seven
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they was kickin' in doors
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Yellin' out, everybody get down on the floor
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I seen these coppers comin' in
for the very first time
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They got their guns pointed at us
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and my grandma's cryin'
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Didn't quite understand it,
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didn't think nothin' of it
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Until a couple years later,
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they was taking my cousins
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in America
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In America
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In America
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In America
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Mr. Tripp, I don't understand what it is
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But if you look into the eyes
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of these broken little kids
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We was living in environments
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with guns in our pockets
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That the white man brought,
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and now they want us to stop it
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They convict us in our land,
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then they put us in cages
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Slammed down, validate them
in these miniature spaces
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Concrete, isolated
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while they building these spaceships
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And our people tend to suffer
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in these chain link braids
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This hog tie, meds, demoralized to death
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And now, oops, was it accident?
You won't be missed
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This family's home,
trying to wonder
why the natural causes
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Niggas throwin' gunshots,
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built in front of the projects
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Crystal myth in the lobby,
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had a gun and he tossed it
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But you'll never see no Mexicanos
runnin' from robbers
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It's political realms,
they just want us as slaves
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Si se puede, Cesar Chavez,
tell me how to explain
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This is America
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In America
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In America
That's what they say
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In America
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It's tough, I can't complain,
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Till they fi nally had enough,
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they kicked me out of the pad
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I was living in the streets,
had a thing for my own
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I went to school in territories,
this a dangerous zone
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With the influence of nobodies,
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still we did it the better
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Chemicals they put together
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for a war when they caught us
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We was young criminales
that was moving through time
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We can't no sit up on the floor,
what's the only reply?
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They made a place for us boys
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and they callin' it Juvie 12,
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A &B's where they threw me
Cien Muertos in the country
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Thirteen from the barrio,
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just a young little bando
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See the Gatos trying to guide us
to the best that they could
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From the bay down to Folsom
and Cuercas in Iowa
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Choose your field, set the net,
let the hatchet be down
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And Gino Soledad to the fest,
they will capture our people
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in America
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That's what they say in America
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Bye for now.
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