[ Chorus: ]She don\'t know whyBut all she knowsis that her youngest childis a real gangsta nowyou see...[ Verse 1: ]\nHe was a good kid all through elementary\nA\'s and B\'s and had no enemies\nBut he saw all the G\'s as he walked home\nhe couldn\'t read all the words on the walls though\nSo many letters crossed out with X\'s\nHe wondered but knew not to ask those questions\nNo pops, and his mom worked to the nail\nShe managed to buy him some shoes on sale\nShe didn\'t know, she bought the wrong color\nAnd they stayed in the closet all summer\nEven though the kid wasn\'t affiliated\nHe knew what they loved, and knew what they hated\nNow he\'s in Middle School, same individual\nBut this is where things seem to get abit difficult\nThis is the life of a young Mexican\nFirst verse done take me to the second one\n\n[ Chorus x2 ]\n\n[ Verse 2: ]\n6th grade, why so much homework\nGot a pot pie sitting in the stove burnt\n[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/KilI ]\nMomma still ain\'t back from her job yet\nSo he eats it cause that\'s all he got leftThen he plays with his little puppy CinnamonHis last dog was a victim of a hit n runThere\'s a knock on his door it\'s his homeboyYour mom\'s gone? He pulls out a chrome toyWhere\'d you get that from? The kid askedWe broke into a house we got a bunch of shit stashedIt was the first time he ever held a real gunTo get one of these you gotta steal oneWe too young they won\'t let us buy a gatNow if they shoot at us we can fire backWho is they and why would they blast at me?Cause you from the hood fool, this is family[ Chorus x2 ]\n\n[ Verse 3: ]\nA year passes now the kids Dickies sag\nIn his pocket got a knife and a nickel bag\nAnd the homeboy that showed him his first gun\nGot killed last week in a burban\nPutting work in 45 jerkin\'\nLucky shot hit, popped like a virgin\nClosed casket touched as he strolled past itGot his name tattooed into a hoes asses\nSo he\'ll still be remembered often while\nHis little bitch gettin\' hit doggy style\nIt ain\'t stoppin\' now while his moms\' on the ground\nOn her knees yelling \"Please Lord not my child\nI want to watch him smile\nHe can turn his Pac up loud\nHe can sleep with his pitbull on the couch\"\nAnd while the kid is listening to her words\nAll he can think about is bloody, bloody murders\n\n[ Chorus x2 ] JONQUILOUIS28