Life was insane before the age of eightteen
so many roads i've been lost between 
lost so many who are like blood
to afraid to be the one to make good

we all said we'd soon get out no
one was haters but had their doubts
our paths were ridden with hate and war 
one's my father started before we
 are not into banging where peeps get
shot but sometimes it's all we got

we leave our guns by an empty grave
knowin that papi gave and gave  we 
made a vow to end it soon not
wanting our family to end in doom

so you see the mark of the 213 know
its a clan of loyalty rich in pride
and in our name to honor the father
of his mighty name.