| Papa hit him, Mama kissed him
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| Made him go to Catechism
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| With the sisters in their black and white
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| And all the time those city streets
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| Were teaching him another kind of wisdom
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| When to run and when to fight
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| Up at the playground after school
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| Listening to tales of the prison system
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| And those lawless avenues
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| Dawn on a half darkened street
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| A child’s footsteps repeat
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| And something there turns them
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| Down those lawless avenues
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| Silent Joe went down so bad
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| He was the strongest fighter the avenues had
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| Stabbed in the chest--he went down swinging
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| Someone from some other part of town
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| No one even seen it coming down
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| And you don’t hear no church bells ringing
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| And in the violent night the police light
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| Sweeps across the lots and the yards
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| Following those lawless avenues
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| Down on a half darkened street
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| Armies advance and retreat
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| And struggle to take control
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| From those lawless avenues
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| Manuelito’s sister Rosa
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| Ran away with a surfer from Hermosa
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| Manuelito, cuida a Rosa
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| Hay mira como estan las cosas!
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| (Manuelito take care of Rosa
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| --Look at how things are)
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| But who could blame her after she saw
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| Every boy die who could have gotten close to her
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| Rosa es joven u solo quiere
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| Ver la belleza del mundo
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| (Rosa is young and only wants
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| To see the beauty of the world)
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| Manuel said--
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| «You gotta fight for what you want in this life»
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| Just before they shipped him overseas to 'Nam
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| Otra guerra sin razon
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| Otra guerra sin fin, sin honor
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| (Another war without reason
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| Another war without end, without honor)
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| And she was fighting to understand
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| When they shipped Manuelito’s body home
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| All she heard was one more shot
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| Echoing down lawless avenues
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| Hoy amigo, tal igual como ayer
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| La lucha en el barrio no cambia
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| Nuestros hijos son los que han de crecer
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| Por ley de la calle, viviendo entre abrazos
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| Y chingazos
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| (Today my friend, just like yesterday
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| The struggle in the barrio doesn’t change
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| Our children are the ones to grow up
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| By the law of the street
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| Living between hugs and blows)
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| Down on a half darkened street
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| Fathers' and sons' lives repeat
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| And something there turns them
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| Down those lawless avenues
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| En el calor de la calle
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| (In the heat of the street)
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| Buscan valor en la calle
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| (Looking for valor in the street)
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| Hasta final de la calle
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| (Till the end of the street) |