Years Of My Life

When I was only 12 I carried
my glock on my book shelve.
At 13 I fired my first nine, I
had now idea what I was doin
I was loosin ma mind, I was
tryin to impress this one chick
cause damn that girl was fine.
14 years old and already smokin
my first dime.
At 15 I was introduced to the
baddest gang in the country.
MS-13 badder then the mutha-
fukin Latin Kings.
Only lasted half a year, wasted
a lot of tears, confronted my
biggest fears.
Killed my first nigga, it wasn't
even hard to pull the trigga.
At 16 fell in love with the wrong
girl, she made my life twirl.
Now 17 startin my life ova, seein
my Mexican people jump the
borda.
I'm in school not actin like a fool.
My gang is dead they all got
shot in the head..
As for me I'm alive stayin away
from the East Side.