Honor

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.