Its a hot barrio night, 



the smell of Budweiser, Cors and Olympia



flowing through the air.



The sun setting, picking through the smile



its beautiful holmes.



My old lady is in the back, 



cooking frijoles, and tortillas, 



and leftover menudo from this morning.



She is cool holmes.



My stupid neighbours perro 



took a cacas all over my front yard ese!!



stupid perro, theres no big thing



Im just kicking back with my home boys



My coronelis da manic Hispanic holmes.



Doin a number ese, rolling some mota.



All of a sudden,



a 1963 lord lime green metal (flex?) Chevy Biscayne



starts driving down my stream.



I dont know what to think, I have never seen that ride before.



Its scary holmes!!



All of a sudden this four vatos in the car, 



drive right up to my front yard holmes.



I start trippin now holmes,



Whats going on Ralphie, Hoakie, Chino?



Its scary no? Que no, ese!!



Im thinkin man, 



why does this have to happen now?,



Im gettin off the parole and everything holmes,



My uncle Bamby got me the job, and everything, you know?



All of a sudden this four vatos in the car, you know?



They look right at me and my three compadres,



and smile!! Trip out on that holmes!



Ive heard about this things before,



Its a driveby smile!!



So me and my compas retaliate right away,



because were not chickens, 



and we smile back!!



I do believe that some day,



there was eight happy vatos in the barrio,



just for a minute! 



And I think to myself, orale holmes,



it makes me want to cry,



but I wont cry, 



because Im brown and down.



But it makes you think,



Isnt it all bizarre?



Vaya con Dios! for now!