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Stories from the Streets

by Barrio Slam

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1.
He Venido 01:00
2.
Intro 00:59
These are the stories Stories From The Streets The Barrio Slam experience As clear as it could be Where if you run your mouth You get gunned down Can never show you're weak The harsh reality These are the Stories From The Streets
3.
Ratas 01:19
Fucking ratas You feel so tough Pull a trigger When fists aint enough A coward with a gun Respect was the foundation But you young vatos never had enough No respect for a life That didn't mean shit to you Take the life from raza And we come for you Blood spilled For your ignorant ways OG mentality Has just gone to waste Julio G. Homie Bird, This ones for you Respect for respect pendejo There aint no other way Bust it
4.
(A bunch of bullshit about paleteros and shit) Have you ever felt so low That you dont fucking know if there's a light at the end of the tunnel Where if it's worth the fight Or if we should just give up End it all. Dig my own hole with a shovel Instead we pack our fists Fight scum that just sees spics Anaheim punks going on the rebuttal KKK has no place Working class ruled as slaves Barrio Slam fight for our sisters and brothers Mother fucker God dammit man
5.
I'm a fucking Pocho I'm a fucking wetback Ni de aqui Ni de aya No place to leave my shit at The outcasts of the outcasts We aren't welcome here A place that preaches unity Unless your skin aint clear Ni modo we don't need you Cali blood runs black and brown Xicano anger with aggressive sound Jalisco punk in Pomona streets Hardcore shows and Lowrider Meets Go and run your mouth We won't complain One look at you We'll end your game We got ourselves Nobody else My broken English Will shut your mouth Para todos los del Barrio Hermanos y Hermanas Pobres, hambrientos, desesperados, con suenos Tienen un lugar Xicano Fucking Hardcore Buenos tiempos y malos amigos Hermanos y hermanas These streets, they fucking raised us.
6.
What can I say Where I stay Ghetto bird flying Every day Slow car scopin Sun down hopin I get no call Of a brother fallen 10th and Rebecca Tough love and Bad Luck Loving a place that didn't show no love The days were different Back as kids Cruisin the bike away from the sin Hide and get it Nothing explicit Sun goes down and it's completely different Sun Goes Down Guns Come Out Y afuera es puro desmadre Ya es hora de meterse La virgen te proteje Pero al diablo no le importa Es lugar de mala suerte Bad luck Tough Love No mercy from the streets Bad luck Bad luck as hard as it could be Bad luck Tough Love my place of memory Bad luck Bad Luck No love that it showed me.
7.
Out 03:17
Abandoned homes Forgotten Hopes Stuck in between Where I've been and where I should go Smile now Cry later. Personal instigator The only reflection I hate Is my fucking own I could have given up nothing was ever enough But the end result would just leave things much worse If it were for me I would just up and leave But who could live a fucking life selfishly? I just want out But for now, I know you're here to rid that doubt. I just want out But with this mistake, I can't blame nobody else And I Just want things different A story from the streets that's not so ignorant And I Just want to feel this A happy home, a good experience And I want to accept myself Without the times I went through hell And I want to free the cell of broken homes for everybody else I will never go back to be The person I used to be I will never go back to be The person with no future foreseen And I want to accept myself Without the times I went through hell And I want to free the cell of broken homes for everybody else But with these mistakes I can't stand to blame somebody else Not on my own Not anymore Not on my own But still not home I cleansed my life The best advice Stick to the ones For whom you'd die.

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released April 18, 2016

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Fabian Rubio at 993kStudio in Pomona, CA.

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