| He had it hard coming up on the streets
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| Lost and alone with no father to teach
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| Looking for love from a family he didn’t have
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| He thought he found what he need from the g’s
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| It was the day when his whole life changed
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| Now he repped the hood with the neighborhood gang
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| Bald head, white tee, and his cackys creased
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| Around his neck he let the blue rag squeeze
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| He was a good boy growing up rough
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| In a neighborhood full of drugs
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| A youngster without no father figure
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| Just little kids with loaded triggers
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| His side of the track full of crack
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| And the blue bandanna was the rag
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| Sureno tryina make a living
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| Where some haters took a shot at these children
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| Leaving a school friend just to die
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| Not from a gang but they’re just walking by
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| Crowded junior high days in pain
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| From an A student skipping out to eighth grade
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| Lost and confused because his friend wore blue
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| So he realized he had to roll with the crew
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| Getting jumped in just changed his path
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| Walking with a blue bandana and some creased up pants
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| Ditching high school chill in the park
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| Smoking on a flajo looking hard
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| Victim of the ghetto but the kids got anger
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| Blue rag around his neck a young gangbanger
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| Laughing at the naughticles as they pass by
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| Committed the hood full of pride
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| And a blue pano is what he carries daily
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| Never leaves home without it like his 380
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| Maybe on his way but he’s out late
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| Hanging with the homies everyday
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| Getting paid off cluckers and highs
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| With the blue Nikes doing a slash
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| Sitting at the corner representing to the fullest
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| Blue bandana off his shoulder as he cleans his bullets
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| Off to the next victim on the streets
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| Wear the wrong colors he’s gonna creep
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| It was to wrong but to him he was living right (living right)
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| In his heart blue rag became his life
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| 1st part of Chorus:
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| His baby turns five as he’s looking for a job
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| Trying all kinds of work whatever the cost
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| Under the table whatever takes to feed his kids
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| Baby mama’s tweaking and it’s making him sick
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| So he gets his pass to make his new vida
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| Trying to do right because the baby needs him
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| Trying to give him a childhood he never had
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| Changing his ways but never the blue rag
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| Off to his job one early morning
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| Meeting up with the workers while he’s yawning
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| Eating some breakfast with his compas and partners
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| When a call rolls up with five vatos
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| Yelling out to this other kid across the block
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| Talking shit because the kid had a blue top
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| His heart dropped as he dropped his food
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| Pulled out his cuete and started loading for the blue
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| That’s how it goes down, now the homies doing 25 to life. |
| Know what they say
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| you are what you do, and once you’re in it you’re in it for life.
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| This goes out to all the lil youngsters out there, don’t bite what you can’t
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| chew… and that’s true. |
| Because there ain’t that many lucky people like me to
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| tell you their stories ese. |
| There’s no turning back |