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, in a rough neighborhood, where you learn more in the streets, than you learn in school, i was brought up, in a rough neighborhood, where you learn more in the streets, 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, 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, in a rough neighborhood, where you learn more in the streets, than you learn in school, i was brought up, in a rough neighborhood, where you learn more in the streets, than you learn in school, it wasnt 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, in a rough neighborhood, where you learn more in the streets, than you learn in school, i was brought up, in a rough neighborhood, where you learn more in the streets, than you learn in school