Esteban sinkin' into the heart of the barrio    He ain't got no money all he got are the clothes that are on his back    Two cigarettes left can't afford a pack    He's been alone since he was about six    That's when his grandmother died, all his mother cared about was turning tricks    If she was ever home she'd just beat him to shit    He wanted to hang out with the boys down on the corner    His grandmother made him promise he'd never do that    She said all that those boys were "oh they're just junkies and killers"    But he was alone so he had to take his promise back       Esteban went to them late one day    He pleaded please help me I got nowhere to stay    And no one to love, and no one loves me    They wanted to help most of them had been there    To hell and back they knew the boy needed a prayer    So they gave him a chance something that he'd never seen    They showed him off to everyone all around the neighborhood    They had him run some shit to prove his loyalty    When he beat up a couple of Flying Dutchmen to help protect Maria    Mother Pedro said, "Son, welcome to our family"       They Christened him Taurito one day in July    When Pedro hugged him, Taurito he started to cry    Nobody had done that since his grandmother was alive    His new sister Maria said she was so proud of him    They fucked all night but it wasn't a sin    He held her and she held him       Hangin' out on rooftops in Washington Heights    His brothers taught him how to shoot and fight    They laughed and drank wine 'til daylight    Acting tough like some street corner matadors    Taurito's brothers taught him how to score    With the downtown junkies and them uptown whores       That's when the trouble started comin' down    The Shamrocks were movin' in from midtown       Taurito on the corner with a 40 in his hand    A .38 in his pocket he was gonna make sure that they understand    That he's a real man    Pedro took him aside and said, "I'm so proud of you    But you got to take cover when they start to shoot    That's what protection's for, son you've never seen a war"       Meet down at the bodega at half past ten    Pedro made sure everyone knew the plan    Before they stab us we gotta shoot them    Fireworks down on the avenue    All the boys they're bracin' for a fight    First shot rings out at midnight       Taurito took two in the back of the head    By the time he hit the ground he was already dead    In a pool of blood, a couple drops added to the flood    Pedro fell to his knees and cried "La Virgin,    Why did You take my baby boy his soul was so clean    Why couldn't You take me?"    A hush fell over Washington Heights    A silence amidst all the hustles and all the street fights    Never again did the moon ever shine as bright    Those crazy Latin Knights