(Ese 40'z Verse Two)
They said he's from slums, came from the bottom

Dirty money, guns, and all them funds... how he's got um
Struggle on the daily , life in the shady
Trying to make a come up, without $#&@in going crazy

Streets as his wife, shotgun matrimony
Says it's for life, with the hood, and all his homies
Barrio, ghetto, cholo, serrio

Always in the mix, always up in the medio
Of it all... ice, krank, whatever
Snowing through lands, with the plans for the clever

Every day up in this vida, chaos and calamity
Ya no ay salida, better stick to the family
Hustle, grind, whatever entices... power through these rhymes

Lead the blind, out them vices
And try a different method, but $#&@ a work ethic
Grimy are the streets, when the souls are collected

Money, greed, power's the object
Strange, funny, how we risk it all for profit


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(Ese 40'z Verse Three)

They call me Cuarentas, homeboy que piensas
Whatever don't kill us, well it just invents us
Chillin, faded... feeling kinda gloomy

Forty ounce lyrics, out my spirit since a juvee
The world... I know... encompassed in crime
$#&@in with chances, get stuck with the time

I'm a poet out the ghetto, call it how I see it
Tell it like it is... breaking shackles, when free it
Out of them depths, of my chapters of mental

Back from my flesh, through my soul out the window
Call it how I see it... money's all I see
Call it how I see it... money, money's all I see

The power to choose, every which way but lose
A collage of tattoos, thirty brews for the blues
That I'm chugging... lovin... life in the oven

Heat through my street, desert land... while I'm shrugging
Like $#&@ it... is what it is in the cycle
Repeat through my mind, for my life is survival


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