Narco Corridos
Coka mythology, murder world
Uncle Howie in the big park
The other kids knew the shit
That he sparked
Crack is the new shit on the block
They pitched and he copped
Lost his mind, got high as fuck
And lit up the spot
So when I caught him
Smoking crack in my crib, I kicked him out
Almost kicked his ass
But then I decided not to for what?
Then he bounced with a tear in his eye
I remember thinking the next time
I see his face I hope he's alive
So lost in the excitement, no shame
Fuck society's indictments
And fuck you too if you don't like it
That's his attitude, that's his outlook
In and out of Riker's Island
All throughout my childhood
A wild dude, I've done every drug you can name
Except dope and crack cocaine
I gotta thank Uncle Howie for that
After seeing what he did to his life I stepped back
Thank God I never got caught up or went back
But weed is still a problem, I'm hooked on kush
Hooked on chronic, rolling up the purple in the blunt
I'm Chinese in the eyes, Lebanese with the nines
American with the rhymes, Brooklyn till I die
Esto son corridos de los m탡s idos, los m탡s locos
Y son pocos, lo que no est탡 torcidos
A los narcos borrachos y cocodrilos
No escogimos la vida simplemente fuimos nacidos
S탩 que la vida es dura y siempre est탡 la duda
Yo sigo siendo quien soy hasta que deje viuda
He was a Mexican, first generation, the kid was 10
Used to play tools and mix booze for pop and his friends
A mixmaster, yeah the kid was nice with the blends
Just ice with two Cokes, a Super Socko with gin
The streets saw a future narco in him
He saw his father's bad habits
And went to cycle following them
The bottle and the women and sin
And the domestic violence
The silence of the music when it begins
The alcohol was a part of his life
Bigger than Christ
'Cause when he needed to cope
He turned to the vice
From a teen pregnancy
To when his brother died twice
He kept rolling the dice
Under the influence rise
He went from this close to killing himself
To barely dodging death
The scent of some liquor
Probably taint his last breath
I feel less sympathy as time pass
The more I see his reflection
Every time I look in the glass
Esto son corridos de los m탡s idos, los m탡s locos
Y son pocos, lo que no est탡 torcidos
A los narcos borrachos y cocodrilos
No escogimos la vida simplemente fuimos nacidos
S탩 que la vida es dura y siempre est탡 la duda
Yo sigo siendo quien soy hasta que deje viuda