Simon que si, In our lives we seen many things, remember them homies on the flee, and all them hot flings, late night parties, and our pinche enemies, Remember them bitches, actin like they was down, chales we proved them wrong and threw in dirty ditches, and all them vatos hustlin and they be wearin ritches, we be cruzin the sunny side, and you know that was the crazy side, just be tokin and jokin, i was the one who�d alwayz be straight lokin, with my gangstified self, and i know i put my parents through hell, pero i knew then as i know now that i would never fail, i was taught rightgeously, and i remember in 4th grade my teacher looked at me so ridiculously, just becuz of my chola style, them dayz were so wild, i was down for whatever, and people knew i was clever, but then for awhile i stepped out the scene, becuz i was becomin so ruff and mean, simon my heart was filled with hate, pues i never thought of my own fate, i use to hang with them big girlz, talkin shit livin in my own crazy world, sabes que i was never scared to bust someone in the face, i was just doing my jale and smokin herba that was laced, crazy times, wicked crimes, messin around all over in nueva mexico, arizona, y califas, sometimes i�d be like que te chingas, me causin locura, sayin que es hora, cuz i didn�t wanna fuss n fight con mis jefes about the time, damn remember me and the homies smokin dime after dime, those were firme dayz, and i will remember alwayz, talkin bad, lookin good, and alwayz down ta misbehave, remeber the booty shack we built in the woods, jon, david, vanessa, candice and i remember them dayz were good, we made our own clikas when we were mad, pero we thought about all we had, simon we played and fought, pero those memories and homies are only in thought, i may never see them homies again, but i would if i could go back to them dayz again, so many vatos en mi vida, some even en la pinta, robert, john, eddie, estevan, juan, jr, y arturo, all i gotz ta say is ala verga, thats the way i feel asi es asi sera, cuz y�all done broke my heart, months and months at a time i felt lost and torn apart, sabes que i�m here, y i ain�t sheddin no tear, no more, cuz i see a brighter light shining through my door, people have came and went, as if they were passing through a big white tent, this is mi vida�s tale, in lost memories is where i dwell, i�m just a gansta girl, livin in a fucked up world, being looked down on, not knowing what i did wrong, then i think what�s in store, cuz i don�t know bout this vida anymore, thinkin in a quick minute this all could be gone, but i have a will and a strife to be strong..
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