[SPM:] Tryna stop the rise but the mexican lives     [SPM:] Carley... I want you to stay strong mamacita..... Listen to your mom ok?.... Dont worry daddy's  gonna be home soon     [SPM:] Thinking bout my baby girl, Thinking bout my baby girl [Echoes]    [SPM Verse one:]  Thinking bout my baby girl   Growing 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 cant do much   With my homies and is my turn to cook lunch   Listen my children I cant believe   what this muthafuckas doing to my family   But I stay strong and I keep my faith   even though I'm thuggin 'til I see my grave  Momma dont worry about your youngest son   You should know that I never was the lucky one   sadness was all that I was delt right?   Happiness never knew what it felt like   But I know I cant be held back   Like they did me in the 6th grade remember that? [Laughs]    [Carolyn (Hook):]  Today they love what they see our people killin one another   [SPM (In the background):]  8 Bar hooks... But I'm just gonna do 4 know what I'm saying cause I gotta to do this)     [Carolyn continue hook:]  They fear the day of unity the day our people come together     [SPM Verse Two:]  I know the primege should never have a favorite child   But my Carley 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 dont want money she just wants me there   To watch her play piano or brush her hair   And I know theres a million kids   That feel the same pain that my children's in   45 Years cuz they hate a G  To brake loose from this modern day slavery   They wanna sent the cage making minumum wage   Thats how this muthafuckin system was made   I lift weights I play handball   I write carley I write my grandma   I'm writting a movie and I'm sending a copy   To Edward James Olmos this hoes cant stop me     [Hook 1x]    [SPM Verse Three:]  You got Tango and you got Famas   You got vatos that cry for they mommas   You got soldados that handle they bizz   You got people that cant recognize they kids   You got homiez coming in on the straight 5   Put some work in now he gotta face life   Thats 40 years before he on parole   Is all in the sopa he aint coming home   This is the belly of the beast the semen jungle   The drunk driver that kill my homiez niece and uncle   Just walks right by me should I straight floor em   Naw homie instead im gonna pray for em   In 7 weeks when this album hits the streets   They'll be pist at me cuz I made history   I speak from the place they stuck my race   But revenge is the sweetest muthafucking taste     [Hook 2x]    these lyrics are last corrected by creeper