{A ruff draft}
I mite be crossing some lines
That theres no turning back from
My 6th grade click, my homies n girlys
A few are in prison the rest beneath
Our feet
Due to the circumstances of immigrated
Gangs
I was the gutter rat of the chosen few
The Culebra with soiled views
Them 13s dirtied my initials and
Polluted my streets
Them supposed Latin Americans
Disputed thinking that im one too
Im Puerto Rican or an American
Latin American's are Hispanics
Not connected to America
Them 13s looted my streets
Killed and raped childrens to oppose
A threat
Where everyday was a Friday to them
So i stepped in like
Jason Voorhees
Chh chh chh chh
Haaaa haaaa haaa haaa
Having much to loose
Much to sacrafice...my tears
Cant bleed no more
Heels to hinged doors
Bolt cutters to locks
Sales men mentality
I snaked my way in
Im a Culebra, my kind gave the apple
To Eve
Im a soldier, attending my huts
Cleaning your gardens
Seeked your spoils
Your freedom got you deported
Or in sights of many crosshairs
For my daily departed
Nerves of steel with a conscience
With a bite deeper than barks
A lone stranger with a heart
A mad scientist turned to a Jekal
Where many misters Hide
A Bruce Banner in disguise
My shadows a Hulk
They should have stepped aside
Them damn 13s
Will be remembered in History
(My prayers go out to all those who lost something from them)
Respect and Blessings
Yours Truly
Mo'Bombs
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