[Reporter]

And he faces the death penalty

His attorneys say they can't comment on the defense before the trial

Which is perhaps a year away

But then they with undoubtable ask the jury to consider the boy behind the man

Retarded, reclusive, and victimized

Before they make their final decision for life, or for death



[Man]

Give him the death penalty

And call me when they're ready cuz I will be there



[Chorus]

I'm a fallen angel, from the skies I've fallen

All the sins that I've commited so that I could be balling

Making feria so that my status be known

All the broads in the ghetto want to take me home

I'm a fallen angel, from the skies I've fallen

I came out the joint and the drogas were calling

Making feria so I could buy more guns

Lord please forgive me for the damage I've done



In a black Monte Carlo from Bristal to the Canyon

Tu sabes, I got this lowride dragging

All through the calles, the barrio's getting deeper

Conejo rolls tough, automatic street sweeper

Sound system, the motherfucker bumps

Ese hit switches on hydraulic pumps

You better duck, everyone spits metal

Ese fire back, you get hit primero

Bald head and ganga tacas all across my body

Little homey, big homey get shot at the party

They never had a chance, they were dead on arrival

My jefa always tells me that I'm living suicidal

Fuck that, I gotta get my issue

Rock bottom to the top, fuck a snitch and the cops

Low and slow, it gets critical

Cuz vatos that wanna rob me wanna die, let's go



[Chorus]



Twenty inch rims on this grey GMC

Got a bad ass bitch trying to get at me

Cuz I told her I would fuck her at the homeboy's volo

In an evil six three, homey hit that corner

Keep an eye out, make sure it ain't funny

Youngster on the Schwin said these vatos were coming

So I grab the signal forty, my Smith and Wessum

Some high powered shit for the street these days

Sabor a mi is what she came for

Cuz mija wanted pedo with this fucking jugador

I did my jale on a stormy night

On a Thursday night when I flew in from Texas

I shot to the pad in a poor white glass house

Got a page from some broads saying "Conejo, what's up?"

I taxed the frame till I made her cum

Now every single weekend wants to fuck after the club



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There ain't no grave that holds my body down

So as long as I live I'll keep coming back like Jason

Chasing, the motherfucking dragon

Slaming, '64s and broads

Everybody got his own way, I got my own

Bitch ass vatos break in the panic zone

I thought that I told ya that I'm a soldier

Eternilty I'm locked, you get beat with a lock

And it's a fierce fucking battle that you await

And you can't penetrate the fucking gates

Elimination, ese beyond the street

Beyond the mystique of my fatal tecnique

And as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil, put a bullet through his chest

Understand me, I'm an angel that's fallen

Dope dealing killers is what we're all becoming



[Chorus]