Madre
A.Sparagna-G.L.Ferretti Lyrics

Stepped out the cage with that JPay card
Released from prison with a JPay card

Back to the asphalt where they play hard
Returning to the tough streets

The body feels pain but the brain’s scarred
Physical pain from past experiences but mental scars run deeper

Where kids visit daddy at the graveyard
Fathers who have been killed and buried, leaving their children to visit their graves

Many lives change when the shells hit the floor
Gun violence changing lives instantly

Keep it bottled up until the liquor pour
Keeping emotions inside until drinking to cope

So before the studio we hit the liquor store
Drinking before recording music

Focus on another hit like we did before
Concentrating on creating another successful song

Haters ain’t stopping instead the bicker more
Haters continue to argue and criticize

The game won’t learn till we kicking in the door
The music industry won't change until they demand it

From the south to the east west nela and southeast
From various areas of Los Angeles

H-A to the valley you know the crowds deep
Crowded areas of LA including Hollywood and the San Fernando Valley

All nighters while everybody’s out sleep
Working on music late at night while others are sleeping

Action speaks for us so fuck that mouthpiece
Their actions, rather than words, speak for them

This is for the ones that doubt us or doubts me
Music is created for those who doubt them

We bring the realest shit that helps the town breathe
Creating authentic music that resonates with their community

Muchas cosas que se dicen por las calles
Many things are said on the streets

Y’all already fucken know how it goes
You already know what's up

Por respeto mueren y lloran las madres
Mothers cry and lose their children out of respect

Y’all don’t really wanna fuck with them loc’s
You don't want to mess with their crew

Give me a sec can you feel me on this?
Asking for a moment to be understood

Correct me if I’m wrong but look life’s a bitch
Life is difficult and unpleasant

Correct me if I’m wrong do you live how we live?
Asking if others understand their way of life

Do you have a brother in a cell fighting for his innocence?
Questioning if others have a family member in prison

Do you have siblings you haven’t seen in years?
Asking if others are estranged from their siblings

Do you live in a struggle seeing your worst fears?
Living in fear and in difficult circumstances

Have you ever seen your mom broken down in tears?
Witnessing their mother's pain

Living in the gutter ever wonder why you here?
Living in poverty and questioning their purpose

Now let me ask a question do you feel my pain?
Wondering if others empathize with their pain

They shot my prima down and shit ain’t the same
Their cousin was killed and life changed drastically

Police killed Guazzon in my house death came
Police killed someone in their home

I wish I had the gift to just make shit change
Wishing they had the power to change their circumstances

I wish I had the gift to just make shit perfect
Wishing they had the power to create a better world

I wish it was a dream but that shit ain’t working
Wishing their pain was merely a dream but knowing it's not

I wish I could go back just to share a moment
Wishing to relive a happy memory from the past

Back when we was kids before shit started folding
Thinking back to their childhood before life got tough

Ain’t no need for a caption this beat is an assassin
The music speaks for itself and has a powerful impact

Blood shed in these lyrics when the spirit’s attacking
The lyrics are potent and emotionally charged

I’ll be back she said but she went missing in action
A female associate promised to return but disappeared

That’s why whenever I talk about a bitch there’s a passion
Their words are fueled by strong feelings

No more asking me questions I’m sick and I’m tired
Feeling fed up and unwilling to answer any more questions

Working them late night shifts will have you flat as a tire
Working late causes exhaustion

Respect and loyalty’s a must ask us what we require
Valuing respect and loyalty, which they demand from others

Nothing but heart committed motherfuckers spitting that fire
Only committed and passionate individuals create powerful music

Don’t worry about knowledge dog we got that too
They have knowledge and are intelligent

But if it’s ignorance you want then dog we got that tool
If someone wants to be ignorant, they have what it takes to be so

But on the real though for real though we walk with our chest up
Despite hardships, they carry themselves with pride and confidence

Messed up how the system carries us and breaks us
The system is corrupt and negatively affects their lives

But that’s what happens in the city of Los
That's the reality of living in Los Angeles

I never seen somebody die straight from natural cause
Death in their community is often caused by violence rather than natural causes

Either you straight fall into a victim of drugs
Drug addiction is a common struggle

Or carried on with a white cross filled up in slugs
Death by gunshot is also common