Karma
Another day in East L.A.
Another fuckin eulogy
It's sad, but you die fast
When you live life like a G
Pray for all my Lost Angels
God bless the homie E
His death was no surprise though
My heart go to his family
I pray that he's at peace now
Give my deepest sympathy
Laid in a grave to rest
Lord have mercy R.I.P.
Tattooed eyelids covered up
Tell me Lord, will they see
That all the shit I do to others
Just come right back on to me
Growing up in South Central
Like growin up on death row
Gangbangin and trappin Lord
Seems like that's all we know
Living life like a savage
Shit, it ain't no time before
That CRIPpled hand of death, yo
Come bangin at your door
Prison unis or dickies
Baldhead or cornrows
Hopelessness and poverty
Ain't much else here for negroes
Not when you grow up between
The ghettos or skidrow
Pipeline to prison systems
Starts in central barrios
From hard blocks of East L.A.
To East-Block on death row
Lethal injection, Gloc 9
Both deliver fatal blows
Wrong color 'round here
Is like a suicide vest
You can get blown up on site
This shit out here is a mess
Convicted killas set free
Karma come with riddled flesh
Savages get they revenge
With hollow tips to the chest
Lord, this just mi vida loca
This is life here in the west
Will we ever change our ways
Turn from our sins and confess
Oh my Lost Angels listen
There's a way to escape death
Will the children ever care
Or will we all die like the rest
Another fuckin eulogy
It's sad, but you die fast
When you live life like a G
Pray for all my Lost Angels
God bless the homie E
His death was no surprise though
My heart go to his family
I pray that he's at peace now
Give my deepest sympathy
Laid in a grave to rest
Lord have mercy R.I.P.
Tattooed eyelids covered up
Tell me Lord, will they see
That all the shit I do to others
Just come right back on to me
Growing up in South Central
Like growin up on death row
Gangbangin and trappin Lord
Seems like that's all we know
Living life like a savage
Shit, it ain't no time before
That CRIPpled hand of death, yo
Come bangin at your door
Prison unis or dickies
Baldhead or cornrows
Hopelessness and poverty
Ain't much else here for negroes
Not when you grow up between
The ghettos or skidrow
Pipeline to prison systems
Starts in central barrios
From hard blocks of East L.A.
To East-Block on death row
Lethal injection, Gloc 9
Both deliver fatal blows
Wrong color 'round here
Is like a suicide vest
You can get blown up on site
This shit out here is a mess
Convicted killas set free
Karma come with riddled flesh
Savages get they revenge
With hollow tips to the chest
Lord, this just mi vida loca
This is life here in the west
Will we ever change our ways
Turn from our sins and confess
Oh my Lost Angels listen
There's a way to escape death
Will the children ever care
Or will we all die like the rest
Credits
Writer(s): Clint Edward Lowery, Corey French Lowery, Morgan J. Rose, John M., Jr. Connolly, La Jon Witherspoon, Vincent E. Hornsby
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