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funky aztecs - chicano blues lyrics

“ey, homes there is no sides
this is all aztlan, ése”

[verse 1:]
california
casa de la raza
home of the rock, dust, and hop
we got drop 63’s with loc’d o.g’s
y cocaína is a sick disease
i thought you knew this ghetto zoo
the 5+0 won’t go
’cause he ain’t chicano
in el varrio, no one’s good
just merciless
in the loc’d+out hood
no law, no order
so what to do?
hang with the gang
and bang if you’re true
insane to the brain
so loco is the name
nominated to the streetlight gang
what we’ve built is some serious sh+t
a strong survivor that we’ve once quit
so for those that don’t know, peep the info
but stop with what he’s talking about
and on the grounds of a war, so what’s in store?
witness the making of a 13+14
sur y norte, trece, catorce
we split in half while the anglo’s laugh
now we’re k!lling each other brother
instead of the others
but why, i wonder
just because of a number?
got the chicano blues…

[verse 2:]
let me set the scene
number 13 or a 14
es chicano y vive en el barrio
there we go, driving real slow
the same brother who be creeping through your window
loc’d up so you know he got the brown pride
living the life that are drugs and homicide
could care the less of a street affair
just in it to win it
(ey, homes i don’t care)
well, we’re deep with the gang
always ready to bang
(got nothing to lose
got the chicano blues)
well, stop shooting hot, so to the bone
insane to the brain, if you check his chromosomes
16, but he looks 21
mother’s third son, also third gun
with his t+shirt and a cross of gold
and his hair’s sl!cked back with waves ice cold
la raza tattoos on his arm, chest, and back
a latin maniac dressed in black
but even all that couldn’t stop the (?)
he was clean to the head
then a bundle of red, white, and green
if you know what i mean homicide labeled 13+14
got the chicano blues
chicano blues

[verse 3:]
the plot keeps ticking
so what we gonna do?
the aimlessness of laughing as we argue
we’re members of the same mind
yet, we k!ll each other at the same time
they say we’re blind, deaf, and dumb
so we can’t get none
like father like son
so i’m a son of a gun
but i’m not the type to get hyped like just right
so when i get mad, i put it down in a pad
the government won’t supplement with me
’cause after all
united we stand
but divided we fall
for a number we k!ll at will
why, my brother?
i’ve never understood
we should be helping one another
so let’s unite to fight for what’s right
or we’ll be left in the darkness while the anglo’s in the light
(get the picture
you got the news
we got everything to lose
at the chicano blues)

- funky aztecs lyrics

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