of course i want peace
on this chicano streets
writing poetry and spitin verses
never paint a pretty picture
it never works
but the pain i held
for so long still hurts
holdin onto my pillow tight
at nite i dream
for a betta tomorrow
for our kids
where they can run in peace
remicsin about memories
the daily teen pressures
yet you survive through tactics
and deadly messures
this is to my community
we need to hold on
enough of body droppin
young kids be shot at
they need to get the steppin
keeping my eye on my weapon
my mind that is
gotta protect ourselves
before we sieze to exist
prayin for a betta tomorrow
but you young homies
cant never be reach
and yet you grap your piece
shooting everyday in sight
even little kids
we need to come together
nomore hispanics causing panic
and we need to squash the hatered
cuz in our streets
they could never be peace
got love for the youngstas
all my homitas raise em up
be proud of who are
your a shooting star
yet your lively in a man's world
got no self control
always beating on you
costand struggles
yet he dont love you
your conviced he'll change
for the betta
but yet you aint seen betta
weather
mija keep your head up
i promise it'll get betta
just dont forget i'll catch yall
if you fall
just call i be there
cuz i care believe me
homegirls it aint easy
growin up in the hood
vatos are always up to no good
being a single mother
or a daughter
it doesnt matter
i got love for yall
cuz in this cold streets
even after we die
they will never be peace
man you people talking about peace
its just a dream
watching ppl gettin shot everyday
bodies still droppin
and mothers crying
tell me how could there ever be peace