Paroles: South Park Mexican. When Devils Strike. Day Of Unity, The.

[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
Happiness, 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]