Latino with Graffiti, by Nightlife
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from the streets to the jail
and back at it again
damn lifes a b****
with no breeze in the air
but we have to achieve to see
the beauty in ourselves
the barrio is were i come from
is that were i wanna die>?
gatta express myself outside
show the art of my life
with the graffiti on the walls
if they aiint listening
then i'll make them see it
because the color of my skin
is just one thing
about me.
-Proud Latina |
Posted: 2008-08-10 07:54:17 UTC |
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