[South Park Mexican]

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(Verse 1)

He was the son of a dope man, what he saw was what he learned

He left school, now it's finally his turn

To rob and steal, but he feels he needs to stop and chill

Cause deep in his heart, he knows that God is real

Momma still tries

To open his eyes

Cause the way a man lives is the way a man dies

His father's doin' 25 to life

Cause the love of money cuts like a knife

Blinding lights

He doesn't know which way to go

His best friend just got killed two days ago

He writes his dad the first letter that he ever wrote

A little note

About how bad his heart was broke

Before the mail

Could even reach his jail cell

The boy was murdered at a neighborhood hotel

Sellin' wholesale, just like his pop taught him

Rock bottom

A motherfuckin' cop shot him

Chorus: Marilyn Rylander

We always will

Remember you

We always will

Have love for you

A taste of life

And now your gone

You found a life

In the land of the lost

(Verse 2)

They met when they was teenagers

Around the tenth grade

She fell in love

And now he wants to get paid

He convinced her to work at the buck naked

And everything she made dancin', he would take it

She got a fake I.D

And a club license

A second life

That she had to live in silence

At seventeen

She got the strength to finally leave him

That's when she met the demon

It was a cold murder

He made sure that he really hurt her

Over dumb shit, but he had to take it further

Circumstances that led to last dances

She hit the canvas

Now she at Saint Frances

Six o' clock services

Feel the nervousness

Of havin' to look at death perfectness

I'm smokin' roaches burnin' the shit out my fingers

Rememberin' the words of the church choir singers

Repeat Chorus

(Verse 3)

Another Mexican gangbanger

Set tripper

Wig splitter

A trigger happy ditch digger

Itchy finger quick to blast upon a rival

Vida loca, another word for suicidal

Same color of skin, but different colored rags

Browns puttin' browns up in body bags

Every two or three streets is a different clique

They got no love for themselves, so they livin' sick

For centuries, we've been fillin' penitentaries

It's plain to see

We're our worst enemy

The smartest, most talented of the raza

Is all dead or doin' time for a fuckin' tranza

Geniuses, all dyin' meaningless

Cause they can't find a way to break free from this

Needless to say

The gangsta that I speak of

G-Love

Is layin' in a grave that he dug

Repeat Chorus Twice