[Chorus]  She don't know why  But all she knows  is that her youngest child  is a real gangsta now  you see...    [Verse 1]  He was a good kid all through elementary  A's and B's and had no enemies  But he saw all the G's as he walked home  he couldn't read all the words on the walls though  So many letters crossed out with X's  He wondered he knew not to ask those questions  No pops, and his mom worked through the nail  She managed to buy him some shoes on sale  She didn't know, she bought the wrong color  And they stayed in the closet all summer  Even though the kid wasn't affiliated  He knew what they liked, he knew what they hated  Now he's in Middle School, same individual  But this is where things seem to get a bit difficult  This is the life of a young Mexican  First verse done take me to the second one    [Chorus] - 2X    [Verse 2]  6th grade, why so much homework  Got a pot pie sitting in the stove burnt  Momma still ain't back from her job yet  So he eats it cause that's all he got left  Then he plays with his little puppy Cinnamon  His last dog was a victim of a hit n run  There's a knock on his door it's his homeboy  Your mom's gone? He pulls out a chrome toy  Where'd you get that from? The kid asked  We broke into a house we got a bunch of shit stashed  It was the first time he ever held a real gun  To get one of these you gotta steal one  We too young they won't let us buy a gat  Now if they shoot at us we can fiya back  Who is they and why would they blast at me?  Cause you from the hood fool, this is family    [Chorus] - 2X    [Verse 3]  A year passes now the kids Dickies sag  In his pocket got a knife and a nickel bag  And the homeboy that showed him his first gun  Got killed last week in a burban  Putting work in 45 jerkin'  Lucky shot hit, popped like a virgin  Closed casket touched as he strolled past it  Got his name tattooed into a hoes asses  So he'll still be remembered often while  His little bitch gettin' hit doggy style  It ain't stoppin' now while his moms' on the ground  On her knees yelling "Please Lord not my child  I want to watch him smile  He can turn his Pac up loud  He can sleep with his pitbull on the couch"  And while the kid is listening to her words  All he can think about is bloody, bloody murders    [Chorus] - 2X    these lyrics are submitted by Aeryka