[talking:]
Tryna stop the rise
But the Mexican lives


Carly, I want you to stay strong Mamasita
Listen to ur mom, okay?

Don't worry daddy is going to be home soon
(Thinking bout my baby girl. Thinking bout my baby girl)


[Verse 1:]
Thinking bout my baby girl
Growing up by herself in the shady world

She got a good mom and I hope that
Everthing will be fine
Til I'm home black

Up in this prison, can't do much
When my homies saying it's my turn to cook lunch
Missin my children

I can't believe
What these mother$#&@ers doing to
my family

But I stay strong, and I keep my faith
Even though I'm thuggin until I see my grave
Momma don't worry bout ur youngest son

You should know that I never was the lucky one
Sadness, was all that I was still rite
Happiness, never knew what it felt like

But I know I cain't be held back
Like they did me in the 6th grade
Member that (haha)


[Chorus:]
[carlos speaks in background]

Today they love what they see
My people killing one another
They fear the day of unity

The day that people come together

[Verse 2:]

Another parent should never have a favorite child
But my Carly just so crazy and wild
My only daughter, she's daddy's girl

And for her I buy the whole astro-world
But she don't want money,
She just wants me there

To watch her play piano
Or brush her hair
And I know what some million kids

That feel the same pain that my children's in
45 years as they hate and cheat
To break loose from this modern day slavery

They want us in a cage making minimum wage
That's how this mother$#&@in system was made
I lift weights I play handball

I write Carly I write my Grandma
I'm writing a movie
And I'm sending a copy

To every janes owner
These hoes can't stop me!


[Chorus]

You got thunga

And you got farmas
You got vatos
That cry for they mamas

You got soldados that handle they biz
You got people that can't recognize they kids
You got homies coming in on a straight 5

Put some work in
now he gotta face life
That's 40 years before he on parole

It's all in the sopa he ain't coming home
This is the belly of the beast
As seen in jungle

The drunk driver that killed my homies niece and uncle
Just walked rite by me
Should I strate floor him
Naw homie instead I'm gonna prey for him
In 7 weeks

When this album hits the streets
They'll be pissed at me
cuz I made history
I speak from the place
They stuck my race

But revenge is the sweetest Mother$#&@ing taste

[Chorus: 'Til Fade]