The Day of Unity

Tryin' to stop the rise but the mexican lives Carly, I want you to stay strong mamacita Listen to your mom okay? Don't worry Daddy's Gonna be home soon Thinkin' 'about my baby girl, thinkin' 'bout my baby girl Thinkin' 'about my baby girl Growin' up by herself in this shady world She got a good mom and I hope that Everything will be fine 'til I'm home black Up in this prison can't do much With my homies and is my turn to cook lunch Listen my children I can't believe What these muthafuckers doin' to my family But I stay strong and I keep my faith Even though I'm thuggin' 'til I see my grave Mama don't worry about your youngest son You should know that I never was the lucky one Sadness was all that I was dealt right? Happiness never knew what it felt like But I know I can't be held back Like they did me in the 6th grade remember that? Today they love what they see (Eight bar hooks, but I'm just gonna do four) Our people killin' one another (Know what I'm sayin' cause I gotta to do this) They fear the day of unity The day our people come together I know the primege should never have a favorite child But my Carly just so crazy and wild My only daughter she's Daddy's girl And for her I'll buy the whole Astro world But she don't want money she just wants me there To watch her play piano or brush her hair And I know there's a million kids That feel the same pain that my children's in Forty-five Years 'cause they hatin' a G To brake loose from this modern day slavery They wanna sent the cage makin' minumum wage That's how this muthafuckin' system was made I lift weights I play handball I write Carly I write my Grandma I'm writin' a movie and I'm sendin' a copy To Edward James Olmos these hoes can't stop me Today they love what they see Our people killin' one another They fear the day of unity The day our people come together You got tango and you got famas You got vatos that cry for they mamas You got soldados that handle they bizz You got people that can't recognize they kids You got homies comin' in on the straight five Put some work in now he gotta face life That's 40 years before he on parole Is all in the sopa he ain't comin' home This is the belly of the beast the semen jungle The drunk driver that killed my homies niece and uncle Just walks right by me, should I straight flow 'em? Naw homey instead I'm gonna pray for 'em In seven weeks when this album hits the streets They'll be pist at me 'cause I made history I speak from the place they stuck my race But revenge is the sweetest muthafuckin' taste Today they love what they see Our people killin' one another They fear the day of unity The day our people come together Today they love what they see They fear the day of unity The day our people come together