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[talking:] Tryna stop the rise But the Mexican lives Carly, I want you to stay strong Mamasita Listen to ur mom, okay? Don't worry daddy is going to be home soon (Thinking bout my baby girl. Thinking bout my baby girl) [Verse 1:] Thinking bout my baby girl Growing up by herself in the shady world She got a good mom and I hope that Everthing will be fine Til I'm home black Up in this prison, can't do much When my homies saying it's my turn to cook lunch Missin my children I can't believe What these motherfuckers doing to my family But I stay strong, and I keep my faith Even though I'm thuggin until I see my grave Momma don't worry bout ur youngest son You should know that I never was the lucky one Sadness, was all that I was still rite Letras de cancionesHappiness, never knew what it felt like But I know I cain't be held back Like they did me in the 6th grade Member that (haha) [Chorus:] Today they love what they see My people care, they want another They see the day of unity The day that people come together [Verse 2:] Another parent should never have a favorite child But my Carly just so crazy and wild My only daughter, she's daddy's girl And for her I buy the whole astro-world But she don't want money, She just wants me there To watch her play piano Or brush her hair And I know what some million kids That feel the same pain that my children's in 45 years as they hate and cheat To break loose from this modern day slavery They want us in a cage making minimum wage That's how this motherfuckin system was made I lift weights I play handball I write Carly I write my Grandma I'm writing a movie And I'm sending a copy To every janes owner These hoes can't stop me! [Chorus] You got thunga And you got farmas You got vatos That cry for they mamas You got soldados that handle they biz You got people that can't recognize they kids You got homies coming in on a straight 5 Put some work in now he gotta face life That's 40 years before he on parole It's all in the sopa he ain't coming home This is the belly of the beast As seen in jungle The drunk driver that killed my homies niece and uncle Just walked rite by me Should I strate floor him Naw homie instead I'm gonna prey for him In 7 weeks When this album hits the streets They'll be pissed at me cuz I made history I speak from the place They stuck my race But revenge is the sweetest Motherfucking taste [Chorus: 'Til Fade] From Letras Mania