Gracias great creator for always looking over me and mine
Believe I'm grateful even if I don't seem show it all the time
I'm sure it's equal respect to all people in the struggle,
Souls since passed and the tons that mastered a life of crime
I'm a bastard son on the righteous path but was delayed,
Strayed but done been taking the scenic route back
Prepping for much more to climb and so I reflect
I live and act on my slight knack for the hoodish rhyme
Truth be told we've weathered one too many perfect storms
As the haves celebrate, the have nots constantly mourn
And worse yet its become part of our daily norm
Just another day in this big city full of halos and horns
Constantly torn between demons and angels
As if la mala vida came with some kind of premio
Stressed out still standing tall burning lenio after lenio
Constantly plotting the perfect downfall against the masters
even if on occasion the plot turns into an all out disaster
Learned to hold my own against false prophets and pastors
I communicate though a direct line, often times much faster
Where even if it hurts,
Creators palabra is a much more honest answer
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