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[feat. Sick Jacken, Uncle Howie] [Verse 1:] Coka mythology, murder world, Uncle Howie in the big park The other kids knew the shit that he sparked Crack is the new shit on the block, they pitched and he copped Lost his mind, got high as fuck and lit up the spot So when I caught him smoking crack in my crib I kicked him out Almost kicked his ass but then I decided not to for what? Then he bounced with a tear in his eye I remember thinking the next time I see his face I hope he's alive So lost in the excitement, no shame Fuck society's indictments and fuck you too if you don't like it That's his attitude, that's his outlook In and out of Riker's Island all throughout my childhood A wild dude, I've done every drug you can name Except dope and crack cocaine I gotta thank Uncle Howie for that After seeing what he did to his life I stepped back Thank God I never got caught up or went back But weed is still a problem, I'm hooked on kush Hooked on chronic, rolling up the purple in the blunt I'm Chinese in the eyes, Lebanese with the nines American with the rhymes, Brooklyn till I die [Chorus:] Letras de cancionesEsto son corridos de los más idos, los más locos Y son pocos, lo que no están torcidos A los narcos borrachos y cocodrilos No escogimos la vida simplemente fuimos nacidos Sé que la vida es dura y siempre está la duda, Yo sigo siendo quien soy hasta que deje viuda [Verse 2:] He was a Mexican, first generation, the kid was 10 Used to play tools and mix booze for pop and his friends A mixmaster, yeah the kid was nice with the blends Just ice with two Cokes, a Super Socko with gin The streets saw a future narco in him He saw his father's bad habits and went to cycle following them The bottle and the women and sin And the domestic violence, the silence of the music when it begins The alcohol was a part of his life, bigger than Christ Cause when he needed to cope he turned to the vice From a teen pregnancy to when his brother died twice He kept rolling the dice under the influence? He went from this close to killing himself to barely dodging death The scent of some liquor probably taint his last breath I feel less sympathy as time pass The more I see his reflection every time I look in the glass [Chorus] From Letras Mania