history in the making (yo quiero compreder)

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, yo quiero compreder, las cosas malas que la gente, piensa, porque me tratas mal, buscando, nos matando, nuestros suenos, nuestros suenos, automatically, some assume by the way that i dress, by the color of the skin, or the ink on the flesh, oh, we just like the rest, another bald head mexican, probably dope dealin' or probably gang bangin', nah, but i'm far from a role model, yeah, i smoke, fuck hoes, take shots out the bottle, i spit it how i live it, tell it how i see it, broadcast it out and some people might feel it, kids might mimic, but that's not my intention, and if you get offended, well then, just don't listen, this is my life, my views, i ain't come to preach and teach to the youth, and i ain't come here for the love, i came for the loot, i came cause the game needed change, take a look, but if anyone can learn, let 'em all learn, from this pain that i turn into words, yeah, yo quiero compreder, las cosas malas que la gente, piensa, porque me tratas mal, buscando, nos matando, nuestros suenos, nuestros suenos, i'm tryin' to take this where it's never been took before, and i'm not the only one, there's a whole lot more, i don't need to mention names, shit, i know who you are, keep doin' your thang, shit, it's all for the cause, i'll rep for my people and speak to the masses, i don't care if you black, asian or latin, i don't care if you white, incan or afgan, there's some, that's a problem, cause they don't understand, my own people say, "me creo que soy algo mas", yeah, i am somethin' else, shit, i'm hot and you're not, that's why they all in the cock, cause i'm not like the rest, i'm on the bubble, on the verge, on the brink of success, say, "i sound too black for a mexican", but i'm still too mexican for a black station, either way, they gon' judge, regardless of what, just remember what i said, i ain't come for the love, muh'fucker, y'all can judge me all you want, know what i'm sayin', you all's not gon' stop what i'm doin' right here, this is history in the making, boy, y'all bear witness to it, shit, mers', speak to these niggas, mayne, now tell me, can you feel my pain, can you see my pain, nothin' but the struggle runs through these veins, and i ain't changed, and my hood's still the same, police sweatin' me, is it my last name, or is the clothes that i wear, see my pants on sag, a few tatoos and a brew in a brown bag, see, i'm a brown man and part of a movement, makin' the music that you hear while you cruisin', and these just words, so take it like you wanna, this is my life, doin' deals on the corner, knowin', right from wrong, it's the same thug song, mama doesn't know i'm out from dusk til dawn, and poppa left us, oh, i had to be, a victim of a circumstance, one big tragedy, some reachin' from bust, some be the same, this is just a picture of my life, my pain, yo quiero compreder, las cosas malas que la gente, piensa, porque me tratas mal, buscando, nos matando, nuestros suenos, nuestros suenos