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When does a peasant know he's king When does a martyr realise that he'll die for anything Do I really know what success is gonna bring Porch lady in my hood knows everything let her sing Stood dark put her hand up and start to asking God Lord tell me why these children out here living lost Only 16 but about to be a mom We had babies raising babies what the fuck is going on Father saying that he love her oh come on he'll run along When all the women call he'll feel his freedom is gone Before I long a child in the streets I form a bond Once he feels mom's palm no longer does him hard But ow please my lord let there be hope A child from the ghetto with his back against the ropes Arise like a pheonix in the ashes of the smoke Rewriting future plans like public houses enroll Feeling like the youth nowadays don't stand a chance Four temple look at this child sagging his pants Pointed at me started running fast as I can On my way home from school porch lady don't know who I am Nor what I think, a latino wanna bring Insert each others world but afraid of everything Keep your eyes open, make sure when you blink Your face on the light pour above candles lid Raw spend my nigga just act don't think And to act your own risk they'll smoke, they'll drink Letras de cancionesThey'll dog your girl, ain't that a bitch The war just started, reload those clips Welcome to humble season Welcome to humble season When does a peasant know he's king When does a martyr realise that he'll die for anything Do I really know what success is gonna bring Black latino with my soul know everything let 'em sing If fights give you time I probably be a lifer Rocksbury hard I promise there's nothing like us To be boss here know the grease require Five gates will inspire the secret ranch for shooting Joho deprived Chains and drug money sure it's not to admire Mama don't got a job because she chose to retire Situations adire, but these niggas got answers Wanted to be like them , I wasn't pulling my pants up All lifeform dogs, out the slim to the grammar My hood all blocks, trapped spots gun shots Law enforcements for what, hell nah fuck cops Train a thought, they a reason why a nigga is locked Shit, teachers switch schools when they ran into me Young Malcom X dies knows what ADHD So surprisingly at 15 got an offer To attend school along side Americas daughters 40 thousand a year , let sympathy be the sponsor Only nigga in the classroom, now shit got awkward 'Cause in my head, I hardly raw some problems 3 schools in 4 years, ain't no principles want them Junior , discipline comitee told me to leave Let my pen bleed, just like that music's the dream Burst all to the sea, shit ain't what it seems Lost a brother to the game, now the scar's on me Now it's all on me, to find destiny While fighting all these demons that won't let me sleep Till I rest in peace, my words they speak for me Soon the world will see that hip hop, runs through me Welcome to humble season Welcome to humble season Welcome to humble season From Letras Mania