[bad word] 
 He had it [bad word] up on the streets 
 Lost and alone with no father to teach
 Looking for love from a family he didn’t have
 He thought he found what he need from the g’s ||
 It was the day when his whole life changed 
 Now he repped the hood with the neighborhood gang
 Bald head, white tee, and his cackys creased 
 Around his neck he let the blue rag speak

 He was a good boy growing up rough
 In a neighborhood full of [bad word]  youngster without no father figure 
 Just little kids with loaded triggers
 His side of the track full of crack
 And the blue bandanna was the rag
 Sureno tryina make a living 
 Where some haters took a shot at these children
 Leaving a school friend just to die
 Not from a gang but they’re just walking by
 Crowded junior high days in pain
 From an student skipping out to eighth grade
 Lost and confused because his friend wore blue 
 So he realized he had to roll with the crew 
 Getting jumped in just changed his path
 Walking with a blue bandana and some creased up pants

 [bad word] 

 Ditching high school chill in the park
 Smoking on a flajo looking hard
 Victim of the ghetto but the kids got anger
 Blue rag around his neck a young gangbanger
 Laughing at the naughticles as they pass by [bad word] the hood full of pride
 And a blue pano is what he carries daily
 Never leaves home without it like his 380 
 Maybe on his way but he’s out late 
 Hanging with the homies everyday
 Getting paid off cluckers and highs 
 With the blue Nikes doing a slash
 Sitting at the corner representing to the fullest
 Blue bandana off his shoulder as he cleans his bullets
 Off to the next victim on the streets
 Wear the wrong colors he’s gonna creep 

 It was to wrong but to him he was living right (living right)
 In his heart blue rag became his life

 1st part of [bad word] 

 His baby turns five as he’s looking for a job
 Trying all kinds of work whatever the cost
 Under the table whatever takes to feed his kids
 Baby mama’s tweaking and it’s making him sick
 So he gets his pass to make his new vida
 Trying to do right because the baby needs him
 Trying to give him a childhood he never had
 Changing his ways but never the blue rag
 Off to his job one early morning
 Meeting up with the workers while he’s yawning
 Eating some breakfast with [bad word] and partners 
 When a call rolls up with five vatos
 Yelling out to this other kid across the block 
 Talking [bad word] because the kid had a blue top
 His heart dropped as he dropped his food 
 Pulled out his cuete and started loading for the blue

 [bad word] 

 That’s how it goes down, now the homies doing 25 to life. Know what they say you are what you do, and once you’re in it you’re in it for life. This goes out to all the lil youngsters out there, don’t bite what you can’t chew…and that’s [bad word]  Because there aint that many lucky people like me to tell you their stories ese. There’s no turning back