sit here listening to music
thinking how could i lose it?
made you so mad you turned to abuse, shit
i'm too y0ung and i've already been there & done that
seen death, i lost cats
had dreams, i lost that
i already see the future my past cast
can't suceed in a city of relapse
phony images of cultures intricately woven
the people believe the media is the truth spoken
y tu abuela donde esta?
you can take a brother out the hood but you can't take the hood out the brother
even if he acts upon it in the stealth of his home in a hole or a corner
it's a revolving phase, i tell myself
sure it'll submerge but will reface in a few days
rephrase in few ways
to keep it simple god, i believe my dues been paid
my soul's slayed
the grounds yet to be unearthed, but there's already bones in my grave
copyright 2004 kristina lopez
