Rough Neighborhood

Yeah

I used to ride my bicicleta

Down the calles of my town

Oldies everyday,thats the way it was

Those were the days, the crazy ones

A lot people died that summer

Its a bummer but shit happens

Or rob them in a day and see ambullences from a distance

A place where you'd find seringes

And the drug use was tremendous

Some say my town was surrendous

Until the drug use was off the hinges

My boarder brothers would have to run fast, dash

And hop the fences

Dont take that out of content homeboy,

Cus we're all gente through my lentes

But the migra would creep down, and sweep hard

And take them all back to tj if they didnt have the green card

The parke was the spot, it was hot

And it was dealin in the street

The heroine was a killer homeboy

It had seven killings in a week

It was a bad bash but they still had to have that,

So it didnt stop me

I'd come to the pad

And sells all the merchandise til the jura cought'em

We used to get shit for cheap homes, like 90% off

Give homie a little feria for his fix

And then he sped off

I was brought up, (i was brought up)

In a rough neighborhood, (in a rough neighborhood)

Where you learn more in the streets, (where the shit goes down homes)

Than you learn in school

I was brought up, (i was brought up)

In a rough neighborhood, (in a rough neighborhood)

Where you learn more in the streets,(where you don't fuck around homes)

Than you learn in school

It was cool walking to school

See the vatos and the gatos itchin and twitchin, scratchin

Havin a conversation with satin

On the good one (on the good trip)

I mean loaded off some good shit

You might not believe it

But ey homes this aint no bullshit

My town was all brown man,

The gente and the drogas

People walking around fucked up, druged up, lookin all sucked up

But thats where I was brought up

Where a lot of people shot up

Got caught up and locked up

Its not just sumthin that I thought up

It was somthing that was happenin

And I seen it with my own eyes eh

La colonia, eden gardens californ I a

Got a little older

And my blood got a little colder

Started taggin up my plaquaso up on my barrio

Up on my folder

Me and homeboys we would walk the calles

Lookin like soldiers

With the chip on their shoulders

The size of bolders,little lokesters

Down to get down with the next town when they came around

We be throwin chicasos,

We be spittin balazos

I was brought up, (i was brought up)

In a rough neighborhood, (in a rough neighborhood)

Where you learn more in the streets,(where you dont fuck around homes)

Than you learn in school

It wasn't long before I got mine

See I got shot at the stop sign

Took a bala to the boca

Got blood all over my ropa

I lost a couple of homies

I got some friends up in the pin

But when they get out

It seems like they go right back in again

It all started out with crazy situations

Juvinall hall and probation

Then get busted for violation

That leaves a lifetime incarcaration

But my town went through some changes

One thing will never change

It made me who I am

And I remain to stay the same

I was brought up, (I was brought up)

In a rough neighborhood, (in a rough neighborhood)

Where you learn more in the streets, (where the shit goes down homes)

Than you learn in school

I was brought up, (i was brought up)

In a rough neighborhood, (in a rough neighborhood)

Where you learn more in the streets,(where you don't fuck around homes)

Than you learn in school