[Verse 1] This right heres a story bout a boy named Charlie Flores Takes place 500 miles from Juarez Which is the murder capital where they murder for capital And the subject of murder just never takes a sabbatical See Charlie was a rapper who had a crazy attitude A great flow and in a battle was great at slammin dudes I told him go to school get those educational flows Instead he stayed home and got those recreational blows See drugs became a habit then became an addiction Then his best friend Paul led him in a new direction The drug game in SA town just had a new election And one of Pauls boys had made a good impression His name was Angel and gladly brought in Charlie Started off with street runs hardly Making any money till he advanced his way up in the gang Ironically enough cause his best friend had been slain He took it hard but realized it was part of the game And put on a strong face so he could maintain His no care attitude that he had worked hard to feign So he could go to Mexico and smuggle in cocaine [Verse 2] See cocaine became a habit then became an addiction Rushing in his veins while he continued to perdition Until one day he overdosed and started his remission Wanted out of the gang by his own admission Told this to Angel and Angel said listen Theres only one way out and that involves your division But come with me on just one more mission And well see if I can accept your vision So Charlie went, downaways to achieve the plan Him, Angel, and Angels right hand man, Gram Gram was secretly a police informant About to bring the gang down with just one more performance Angel took them to the desert said they were searchin for hidden drugs Told Gram to look inside one of the holes that he had dug All of the sudden Angel shot him up inside the hole Divided up Grams mass and he left him as a mole Angel said, A mole he lost all of his dignity How long you lose your dignity they time it at infinity Now cover up the body fore the sun shows these obscenities And then well let you leave behind all of your gang affinities [Verse 3] A teen without direction the next Holden Caulfield But he told himself hold up I cant be caught scared Or Angel will ratatat me til I cant pursue my happiness So Ill just handle all of my private business He grabbed a shovel started filling up the hole Was nearly done the hole was almost full When all the sudden he heard Step outside the hole Slowly or Ill shoot it was a border patrol So Charlie faced dilemma was a catcher in the rye bread So he pulled the heater out aimed it right at the cops head Couldnt pull it fast enough a bullet made him lie dead Now Charlies leaking and his brain is stained bright red Morale of the story dont get caught up in the pattern Cause theres only one way out and that involves blood splatter Educate yourself because it really does matter Unless you want to end up like Charlie only sadder 2X
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