paroles de chanson The Day Of Unity - SPM

Tryin' to stop the rise but the mexican lives

Carly, I want you to stay strong mamacita
Listen to your mom okay?
Don't worry Daddy's
Gonna be home soon

Thinkin' 'about my baby girl, thinkin' 'bout my baby girl

Thinkin' 'about my baby girl
Growin' up by herself in this shady world
She got a good mom and I hope that
Everything will be fine 'til I'm home black
Up in this prison can't do much
With my homies and is my turn to cook lunch
Listen my children I can't believe
What these muthafuckers doin' to my family
But I stay strong and I keep my faith
Even though I'm thuggin' 'til I see my grave
Mama don't worry about your youngest son
You should know that I never was the lucky one
Sadness was all that I was dealt right?
Happiness never knew what it felt like
But I know I can't be held back
Like they did me in the 6th grade remember that?

Today they love what they see (Eight bar hooks, but I'm just gonna do four)
Our people killin' one another (Know what I'm sayin' cause I gotta to do this)
They fear the day of unity
The day our people come together

I know the primege 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'll 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 there's a million kids
That feel the same pain that my children's in
Forty-five Years 'cause they hatin' a G
To brake loose from this modern day slavery
They wanna sent the cage makin' minumum wage
That's how this muthafuckin' system was made
I lift weights I play handball
I write Carly I write my Grandma
I'm writin' a movie and I'm sendin' a copy
To Edward James Olmos these hoes can't stop me

Today they love what they see
Our people killin' one another
They fear the day of unity
The day our people come together

You got tango and you got famas
You got vatos that cry for they mamas
You got soldados that handle they bizz
You got people that can't recognize they kids
You got homies comin' in on the straight five
Put some work in now he gotta face life
That's 40 years before he on parole
Is all in the sopa he ain't comin' home
This is the belly of the beast the semen jungle
The drunk driver that killed my homies niece and uncle
Just walks right by me, should I straight flow 'em?
Naw homey instead I'm gonna pray for 'em
In seven weeks when this album hits the streets
They'll be pist at me 'cause I made history
I speak from the place they stuck my race
But revenge is the sweetest muthafuckin' taste

Today they love what they see
Our people killin' one another
They fear the day of unity
The day our people come together

Today they love what they see
They fear the day of unity
The day our people come together