Lo Cosa Nostra
We started off making easy money and formed a brotherhood with those we must trust.
As children we grew up in poverty and walked barefoot on streets of dust.
We got tired of seen our immigrant fathers busting their asses for peanuts,
So we learned to use the knife and extort the rich and demand a cut.
We wrote our own laws and earned our own keep,
We buried those who deceived us and taxed the herd of sheep.
We invested in real estate and bought huge lots of land,
We built our amazing castles on a foundation of sand.
We went to church on Sundays and lived in the upper class,
We lived the American dream but then the dream shattered like glass.
Our most cherished Principles began to fade away,
Snitching became an epidemic like the bodies of rats floating by the bay.
The FBI hit us hard; those boys do not play,
We tried to out smart the devil, but could not find a way.
Most of us ended up in prison, informed on and two faced,
Our names, our wives and children all hated and disgraced.
Retaliation
Growing up as a mobster,
you see many people get hurt.
Brothers and family getting lowered into the dirt.
Family and friends come together to say their goodbye's.
A mother crying, pounding on the coffin,
asking god, Why!
As the mobster, you have an obligation,
revenge your families death without hesitation.
You see the snitch walking down the street,
about to taste defeat.
You feel the rush is getting bigger,
jump out the bushes and pull the fucken trigger.
Another rat dead,
"Multiple gunshots to the head",
is what the newspaper read.
No regrets, no remorse,
our lifes are just temporary.
They'll come back for me,
you'll know by my obituary...
Will I Live
Will I live to see the future?
How will it be?
Or will I even live to see
the age of twenty-three?
I'm twenty-one now,
down with a gang.
On Friday night
all I wanna do is gang bang,
and shoot up some vatos,
como pinches gatos,
leave their body on the street,
all covered in blood,
take off in our ranfla,
and smoke some good bud,
esa de la verde,
chronic's the shit.
pass around the pipa
and take another hit.
We sit on the driveway
de mi canton,
take the pisto out,
and talk to the jainas on the phone,
Oye mija, come over to my pad,
we're about to throw a party,
its gonna be hella bad,
traite a tus amigas,
bring all who you can,
porque aqui esta noche,
i'm going to show them who is the man...
-el scarface
Dying
A shot rang out,
everybody starts to shout.
I tried to run,
but took a bullet from their gun.
My body hit the ground.
I feel i'm sinking down.
My body's getting cold,
God please give me your hand to hold.
Please take me home,
don't let my spirit roam.
My throat is going dry,
i think i'm gonna die.
I fight and struggle to survive,
just trying to stay alive.
I feel i'm slippen,
damn I think i'm trippen.
God please take my soul,
being up in heaven with you,
is my one and only goal.
My soul is yours.
Take it through your heavenly doors.
Watch over my family please,
Now my sould can rest in peace....
-el scarface
Face to Face
Passing by the mirror the other day,
I turned around and saw my life thrown away.
Unable to recognize my face,
seeing what the streets have done in my fighting days.
I see the scars which represent,
of how my teenage years were spent,
fighting, stealing and lying too,
at times not knowing what the hell to do.
I still can't believe that person staring right at me,
was part of my early history.
Seeing the anger, the rebel,
the fool who always go in trouble.
I sit here wondering about my homies,
wondering if they will live to see their twenties.
And even though i've changed,
my old rivals would die to see me in pain.
I still got nightmares of homicide,
wondering what lies for me on the other side.
Now looking straight into my eyes,
seeing how hollow I used to be inside.
Coming face to face with reality,
I'm glad I changed out of my gang mentality.
Now the reflection of my face,
slowly fading away without a trace...
-el scarface
Praying
At night before I sleep I pray,
I ask the lord,
Do I really want to see another day?
Whats all this killing for?
Day after day barrio war.
At the age of twelve chavalitos dying,
through the thickness of the day,
all you hear is jefitas crying.
Families torn apart,
like a bullet through the heart.
Is there a hell down below?
Or is this the farthest we can go?
But I guess thats life,
in the barrio you struggle to survive.
-el scarface
Another Friday
another friday night,
what shall I do tonight,
pues chales, tu sabes,
kick it with the clika,
do our jales,
esta noche ya estoy listo,
head for the barrio drinking pisto,
peewee's running to my ride,
they wanna be like me,
tirando dieciocho with pride,
dicen ay viene le scarface bien tumbado,
con sus dickies bien planchados,
got a haircut bien pelon,
porque este vato si es chingon,
all the jainas want my piece,
cuz they know I like to please,
but they like to get around,
fuck it, what's another round,
all the jainas like the action,
that the clika's always packin,
enemigos cross the tracks,
we start attackin,
no questions asked,
we just start to blast,
thats why we get respect,
on gente we have that effect.
Its friday night y todo me vale,
ya estoy listo para desmadre,
I'm the man to beat,
coming from the west side,
Eighteen Street.
Mi Secreto
there's a linda chicanita,
que quiero consegir,
siento que sin ella,
voy a morir,
siempre que la miro,
le quiero hablar,
pero me entra miedo,
me vaya resachar,
este amor por ella,
me esta volviendo loco,
en la calle volteo a verla,
y por poco choco.
ya no se que tengo,
por ella voy y vengo.
por ella yo are lo que sea,
por ella mi corazon parpitea.
un dia me voy animar,
voy a encontrarla,
y le voy hablar.
pero por ahorita con ella suenare,
nomas no le vayan a decir,
de eso yo me encargare...
el scarface
