Reaching for memory of some kind of morality
Breaching normality to come find sanity
Only to discover a rare species of so called humanity
Phony undercovers sharin pieces of info tryin 2 corral the revolutionary
Testimony of everyday survival in the “mano negra” cartel
Test a homie I don’t play we burn rivals like a “mexicano noreaga” I spark hell
I began as a man into the “Black Hand” back in my homeland
I ran with a old man wit a black hand they called “mano negra” understand?
My plan was to hold grams an stack grands all In one hand
Oldman was so cold wit the hand blasting a mack a they say it aint real man
Prosthetic arm an a thousand acre piece of land
Cows processin farm an a hacienda were the keys land
Not Escobar this is “ochoa’s” rubber seal an a stamp
Got to hard “la costa es nostra” drug or deal in my camp
Shot an scared I got my roster…plugg ya for meal naw im the“champ”
I earned every thing I own nobody gave me a pitty
Ill burn every living thing an disown my body B-4 I say they gave me a penny
Got connected from point A an me being B i supplied the C
Now I infected the boiling point an im seeing thugz die for notes C
that’s the game of the hustle…constantly fightin the cycle for rank an status
facts an shame i muster…unconsciously gainin a title and thank god who had this?
back to the oldman who gave me my post
infact the whole coast man…he made an no need to boast
appear an look like average joe but little do they know
here stood life of a savage narco but riddle an never show
disguise and put blinds on the enemy
realize that crooked minds are made of money
but money dont make the man…a man makes the currency
an nobody takes notice to who u really personify to be
an everybody breaks focus an u nearly cant diversify me from anybody
with the minimal of words he was so deep and poetic
didn’t even know it….be who you are never show it….
to be continued
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