6th Street

X2 [reminiscing thinking looking thru my conscience]

Reminiscing thinking looking thru my conscience
Searching for information want some answers and responses
Mom and dad fleeing from some monsters from the past
Ended up laying low for a while up in Wisconsin
Never noticed the difference
Not that a 5 year old can
Never understood why they
Would call me Mexican
Momma never explained
Never wanted to fit it
In my mind I wasn't different
Even tho darker was my pigment
I always though we were the same
4rth grader problems became greater
We moving again dad said
Pack now cause parents explain later
Back to PR we think it will go better
I was so fed up
Older feeling everything starting over
4th grade first day feeling so nervous
Emotions boiling over starting to come out surface
Saying bye to my brother only person I knew
First class met Wilfredo came together the crew
If you fucked with him
Then you'd fucked with me
If you fucked with me
Then you'd fuck with the crew
And that was the motto
Plus my mother told me
Never let em fuck with you
And if they're bigger
Use bats, rocks or bottles
Old lady a g
And passed those genes on to me
Looking in the mirror and it's only her face I see
Sorry if I didn't become what to wanted
Everything you hate I just became or done it

X2 [reminiscing thinking looking thru my conscience...Wisconsin]