Retaliation
Growing up as a cholo,
you see many people get hurt.
Homeboys and family getting lowered into the dirt.
Family and friends come together to say their goodbye's.
A jefita crying, pounding on the coffin,
asking god, Why!
As the cholo, you have an obligation,
revenge your homeboys death without hesitation.
With your promesa you hunt this chavala.
You hold your cuete in your hand and swear he'll die by your bala.
You see the vato walking down the street,
about to taste defeat.
You feel the rush is getting bigger,
jump out the ranfla and pull the fucken trigger.
Another vato 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...
-el scarface
Prison Style Art
By Ismael 'El Mayo" Carrillo
Ciudad Juarez Mexico
