thug life

 
thug days die hard
I can still feel her
little blue eyed chola
walking round the block
checkin out those cholo boys

low riding Kings Canyon
blasted out on pcp
will I ever be a lady of refinement?
naw I don't think so

I still listen to the old music
mix it up with some Chopin
my taste is eclectic
I like what I like

I started out upper middle class
somehow I didn't feel I was a fit
with the snobs and the finer things
I loved the smell, the feel of books
but I longed for adventure

some soash boy
with his fumbling hands didn't appeal to me
white bread society had no flavor
I wanted the richness of life in all its diversity

my parents divorced
I moved to the barrio
damn it those latin boys made me weak
they were men before they were fourteen

living life hard has a way of growing you up
they didn't live off daddy's tit
life lessons I'll never forget
they are a part of who I am

thug hard let's ride...