Ghetto Poetry
We come from broken homes
Out onto the streets
Trying to find consolation
Got no regulations
Trouble in the streets
Was just our medication
Yeah, we know it's a fucked up situation
Would you really understand
The broken poetry of a ghetto Mexican
I be out here on a mission
With a pistol in my hand
Where you from motherfucker
Was the ghetto broken chant
From the ones who wear the rag
Gang banging not the plan
But my route to be a man
Since my father left I stand
Not knowing where to go
Not knowing how to grow
So I lingered in the streets
With a bunch of crazy teens
And we share the same struggle
The mission was to bubble
But only found the trouble
I summon from the rubble
So here comes the police
And they chase me to my knees
Don't hurt me mister, please
I'm just looking for my father
'Cause I'm sure he misses me
But the sad reality
Was nobody ever claimed me
My uncles used to slay me
My old friends come to spray me
Oh, I got to get the strap
I got to face the facts
Nobody's got my back
So I travel on the dolo
I keep it moving slow mo
I'm cocking back the .44
I told you that the po-po
Is creeping with the choke hold
And the penitentiary
Seems to be the plan for me
If I let these suckas breathe
All over me you see
And my homies all they see
Is the paper stacking, cheese
So they're filled with jealousy
And with friends like these, you see
I don't need enemies
So I keep it moving, peace
I keep it moving, peace
I keep it moving, peace
We come from broken homes
Out onto the streets
Trying to find consolation
Got no regulations
Trouble in the streets
Was just our medication
Yeah, we know it's a fucked up situation
Just a man and his music
I ain't afraid to use it
They told me don't abuse it
I told you don't confuse it
'Cause this ghetto poetry
Is the only way for me
To express and to release
All the things inside of me
Just in case a broken teen
Is in need of some relief
A little bit of peace
As he travels through the streets
Where the love is not for keeps
Just a bunch of enemies
I'm talking about police
And these jealous fucking homies
Let's just call them frien-emies
Used to catch me on my knees
Praying to my god, like please
Come and save me from these thieves
'Cause they lurking all the time
And they watch me on my grind
Trying to catch me slipping like
They're the first to drop the dime
So I'm staying out of sight
Left alone the life of crime
I do it all official
But don't get it twisted, fool
I still pack the fucking pistol
That's just the way it is
When I handle my biz
It's my childhood I miss
But no time to reminisce
I am on my way to make it
Trying to escape the snakes
Say goodbye to all the fakes
That's the only way for me
At least that's what I see
Come correct me if I'm wrong
And I'll gladly change the beat
But for now I keep it moving
Staying true to me
Switching my maneuvering
On a mission to find peace
With my ghetto poetry
Is the only thing I leave
For the ones who love my music
Here's another little piece
We come from broken homes
Out onto the streets
Trying to find consolation
Got no regulations
Trouble in the streets
Was just our medication
Yeah, we know it's a fucked up situation
Out onto the streets
Trying to find consolation
Got no regulations
Trouble in the streets
Was just our medication
Yeah, we know it's a fucked up situation
Would you really understand
The broken poetry of a ghetto Mexican
I be out here on a mission
With a pistol in my hand
Where you from motherfucker
Was the ghetto broken chant
From the ones who wear the rag
Gang banging not the plan
But my route to be a man
Since my father left I stand
Not knowing where to go
Not knowing how to grow
So I lingered in the streets
With a bunch of crazy teens
And we share the same struggle
The mission was to bubble
But only found the trouble
I summon from the rubble
So here comes the police
And they chase me to my knees
Don't hurt me mister, please
I'm just looking for my father
'Cause I'm sure he misses me
But the sad reality
Was nobody ever claimed me
My uncles used to slay me
My old friends come to spray me
Oh, I got to get the strap
I got to face the facts
Nobody's got my back
So I travel on the dolo
I keep it moving slow mo
I'm cocking back the .44
I told you that the po-po
Is creeping with the choke hold
And the penitentiary
Seems to be the plan for me
If I let these suckas breathe
All over me you see
And my homies all they see
Is the paper stacking, cheese
So they're filled with jealousy
And with friends like these, you see
I don't need enemies
So I keep it moving, peace
I keep it moving, peace
I keep it moving, peace
We come from broken homes
Out onto the streets
Trying to find consolation
Got no regulations
Trouble in the streets
Was just our medication
Yeah, we know it's a fucked up situation
Just a man and his music
I ain't afraid to use it
They told me don't abuse it
I told you don't confuse it
'Cause this ghetto poetry
Is the only way for me
To express and to release
All the things inside of me
Just in case a broken teen
Is in need of some relief
A little bit of peace
As he travels through the streets
Where the love is not for keeps
Just a bunch of enemies
I'm talking about police
And these jealous fucking homies
Let's just call them frien-emies
Used to catch me on my knees
Praying to my god, like please
Come and save me from these thieves
'Cause they lurking all the time
And they watch me on my grind
Trying to catch me slipping like
They're the first to drop the dime
So I'm staying out of sight
Left alone the life of crime
I do it all official
But don't get it twisted, fool
I still pack the fucking pistol
That's just the way it is
When I handle my biz
It's my childhood I miss
But no time to reminisce
I am on my way to make it
Trying to escape the snakes
Say goodbye to all the fakes
That's the only way for me
At least that's what I see
Come correct me if I'm wrong
And I'll gladly change the beat
But for now I keep it moving
Staying true to me
Switching my maneuvering
On a mission to find peace
With my ghetto poetry
Is the only thing I leave
For the ones who love my music
Here's another little piece
We come from broken homes
Out onto the streets
Trying to find consolation
Got no regulations
Trouble in the streets
Was just our medication
Yeah, we know it's a fucked up situation
Credits
Writer(s): Ricardo Sepulveda
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