Here Come the Horns

[Verse 1]<br>I see them punk putos they coolin` by the lockers<br>Sellin` crystal to their women fine freaks turned flaca<br>Your lady say she love you but you locked inside<br>I heard you slipped they caught you rollin` with some dope in your ride<br>Your lady said she`ll wait love don`t come cheap<br>She`d rather see in the pinta than six feet deep<br>But can`t she see that in the pinta you`re a soldier<br>They take ya break ya make ya and mold ya<br>Turn you into somethin` way loco hard<br>Surviving scraps and jacks earning your stripes on the yard<br>Every night thinking about the good ol days<br>Look at the picture of your ruca on the wall and pray say<br>Por favor perdon a pecado won`t you come into and save me y sabes que I`m feelin` hollow<br>So look into your saviors eyes and see tears<br>Shed for you loco and all these years<br><br>[Chorus]<br>I shed a tear for the vato locked down and then<br>I shed a tear for his girl waitin` to see him again<br>It`s so hard mi vida but I still try<br>Workin` hard to make a difference before I die<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>Freakas of the funk yo it`s the funk freakas<br>The dog`s out the yard and he`s loud in your speakas<br>Stompin` with my compas or should I say my back up<br>Crusing in the Impala countin` feria that we stacked up<br>Delinquents pick the slack up I be the first to act up<br>Deal with all these puntos but first I fuck the track up<br>Do what I got to do in the quest for the paper<br>I don`t give a fuck if it puts me in danger<br>Dealin` with the anger that everyone has<br>Sometimes it makes me feel like a psychopath<br>I put it on tape and you know I won`t lie<br>I`ll be down with the Habits even after I die<br><br>[Chorus]<br>I shed a tear for you vatos won`t you change your ways<br>I shed a tear for you vatos in these last days<br>It`s so hard mi vida but I still try<br>Workin` hard to make a difference before I die<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>There must be 50 ways to break it down ya`ll<br>There must be 50 ways to let you know<br>But now they come like what`s up muthafuckas it`s best to move back<br>Click clack goes the cuete snap goes the neck<br>From your canton right up to my canton<br>It seems that everybody wanna be el mas chingon<br>We move alone or in packas collect ferria in stockas<br>We got no love for them ratas chest flesh full of placas<br>And would you strike me down will I feel the wrath<br>To protect my own another`s life is lost in the aftermath<br>No indecisions mind state makin` moves with precision<br>See the good turn bad and confirm that I`m livin`<br>Between Heaven and Hell this be the gloomy old West<br>Where many souls get lost and many more lie to rest<br><br>[Chorus]<br>I shed a tear for the vatos in street that`s dyin`<br>I shed a tear for the mamas that`s at home cryin`<br>It`s so hard mi vida but I still try<br>Workin` hard to make a difference before I die