Yeah 
I used to ride my bicicleta 
down the calles of my town 
oldies everyday, thats the way it was 
those were the days, the crazy ones 
a lot people died that summer 
its a bummer but shit happens 
or rob them in a day and see ambullences from a distance 
a place where you'd find seringes 
and the drug use was tremendous 
some say my town was surrendous 
until the drug use was off the hinges 
my boarder brothers would have to run fast, dash 
and hop the fences 
dont take that out of content homeboy, 
cus we're all gente through my lentes 
but the migra would creep down, and sweep hard 
and take them all back to TJ if they didnt have the green card 
the parke was the spot, it was tight 
and it was dealin in the street 
the heroine was a killer homeboy 
it had seven killings in a week 
it was a bad bash but they still had to have that, 
so it didnt stop me 
i'd come to the pad 
and sells all the merchandise til the jura cought'em 
we used to get shit for cheap homes, like 90% off 
give homie a little feria for his fix 
and then he sped off 
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I was brought up, (I was brought up) 
in a rough neighborhood, (in a rough neighborhood) 
Where you learn more in the streets, (where the shit goes down homes) 
than you learn in school 
I was brought up, (I was brought up) 
in a rough neighborhood, (in a rough neighborhood) 
where you learn more in the streets,(where you dont fuck around homes) 
than you learn in school, 
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and it was cool walking to school 
see the vatos and the gatos itchin and twitchin, scratchin 
havin a conversation with satin 
on the good one (on the good trip) 
I mean loaded off some good shit 
you might not believe it 
but ey homes this aint no bullshit 
my town was all brown man, 
the gente and the drogas 
people walking around fucked up, druged up, lookin all sucked up 
but thats where i was brought up 
where a lot of people shot up 
got caught up and locked up 
its not just sumthin that i thought up 
it was somthing that was happenin 
and i seen it with my own eyes eh 
la colonia, Eden Gardens Californ I A 
got a little older 
and my blood got a little colder 
started taggin up my plaquaso up on my barrio 
up on my folder 
me and homeboys we would walk the calles 
lookin like soldiers 
with the chip on their shoulders 
the size of bolders, little lokesters 
down to get down with the next town when they came around 
we be throwin chicasos, 
we be spittin balazos 
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it wasnt long before i got mine 
see i got shot at the stop sign 
took a bala to the boca 
got blood all over my ropa 
i lost a couple of homies 
i got some friends up in the pin 
but when they get out 
it seems like they go right back in again 
it all started out with crazy situations 
juvinall hall and probation 
then get busted for violation 
that leaves a lifetime incarcaration 
but my town went through some changes 
one thing will never change 
it made me who i am 
and i remain to stay the same 
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