The Day of Unity Songtext

von South Park Mexican

Tryin' to stop the rise but the mexican lives.

Carly... I want you to stay strong mamacita... Listen to your mom okay?... Don't worry Daddy's
Gonna be home soon.

Thinkin' 'about my baby girl, Thinkin' 'bout my baby girl.

Thinkin' 'about my baby girl
Growin' up by herself in this shady world
She got a good mom & I hope that
Everything will be fine 'til I'm home black
Up in this prison can't do much
With my homies & is my turn to cook lunch
Listen my children I can't believe
What these muthafuckers doin' to my family
But I stay strong & I keep my faith
Even though I'm thuggin' 'til I see my grave
Mama don't worry about your youngest son.
You should know that I never was the lucky one. Sadness was all that I was delt right?
Happyness never knew what it felt like
But I know I can't be held back.
Like they did me in the 6th grade remember that? Today they love what they see our people killin' one another.
8 Bar hooks... But I'm just gonna do 4 know what I'm sayin' cause I gotta to do this.
They fear The Day of Unity the day our people come together.

I know the primege should never have a favorite child
But my Carly just so crazy & wild
My only daughter she's Daddy's girl
& for her I'll 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
& I know there's a million kids
That feel the same pain that my children's in
45 Years 'cause they hatin' a G
To brake loose from this modern day slavery
They wanna sent the cage makin' minumum wage
That's how this muthafuckin' system was made
I lift weights I play handball
I write Carly I write my Grandma
I'm writin' a movie & I'm sendin' a copy
To Edward James Olmos these hoes can't stop me.

Today they love what they see our people killin' one another.
They fear The Day of Unity the day our people come together.

You got Tango & you got Famas
You got vatos that cry for they mamas
You got soldados that handle they bizz
You got people that can't recognize they kids
You got homies comin' in on the straight 5
Put some work in now he gotta face life
That's 40 years before he on parole
Is all in the sopa he ain't comin' home
This is the belly of the beast the semen jungle
The drunk driver that killed my homies niece & uncle
Just walks right by me. Should I straight flow 'em?
Naw homey instead I'm gonna pray for 'em
In 7 weeks when this album hits the streets
They'll be pist at me cause I made history
I speak from the place they stuck my race
But revenge is the sweetest muthafuckin' taste.

Today they love what they see our people killin' one another.
They fear The Day of Unity the day our people come together.

Today they love what they see.
They fear The Day of Unity the day our people come together.