Shed A Tear (Delinquent Habits)

f/ Sen Dog I see them punk putos they coolin' by the lockers Sellin' crystal to their women fine freaks turned flaca Your lady say she love you but you locked inside I heard you slipped they caught you rollin' with some dope in your ride Your lady said she'll wait love don't come cheap She'd rather see in the pinta than six feet deep But can't she see that in the pinta you're a soldier They take ya break ya make ya and mold ya Turn you into somethin' way loco hard Surviving scraps and jacks earning your stripes on the yard Every night thinking about the good ol days Look at the picture of your ruca on the wall and pray say Por favor perdon a pecado won't you come into and save me y sabes que I'm feelin' hollow So look into your saviors eyes and see tears Shed for you loco and all these years I shed a tear for the vato locked down and then I shed a tear for his girl waitin' to see him again It's so hard mi vida but I still try Workin' hard to make a difference before I die Freakas of the funk yo it's the funk freakas The dog's out the yard and he's loud in your speakas Stompin' with my compas or should I say my back up Crusing in the Impala countin' feria that we stacked up Delinquents pick the slack up I be the first to act up Deal with all these puntos but first I fuck the track up Do what I got to do in the quest for the paper I don't give a fuck if it puts me in danger Dealin' with the anger that everyone has Sometimes it makes me feel like a psychopath I put it on tape and you know I won't lie I'll be down with the Habits even after I die I shed a tear for you vatos in these last days I shed a tear for you vatos won't you change your ways It's so hard mi vida but I still try Workin' hard to make a difference before I die There must be 50 ways to break it down ya'll There must be 50 ways to let you know But now they come like what's up muthafuckas it's best to move back Click clack goes the cuete snap goes the neck From your canton right up to my canton It seems that everybody wanna be el mas chingon We move alone or in packas collect ferria in stockas We got no love for them ratas chest flesh full of placas And would you strike me down will I feel the wrath To protect my own another's life is lost in the aftermath No indecisions mind state makin' moves with precision See the good turn bad and confirm that I'm livin' Between Heaven and Hell this be the gloomy old West Where many souls get lost and many more lie to rest I shed a tear for the vatos in street that's dyin' I shed a tear for the mamas that's at home cryin' It's so hard mi vida but I still try Workin' hard to make a difference before I die