What is love?
That ask me my hollow bones.
The lifestylez ov da poor.
Streets & love, just to rock the spot
I still see no changes,
Maybe is it because I’m black,
But the code of the streets,
Can’t hold us back.
Walk on the wild side,
And ask me how high,
Until the end of time,
Forever representin’ the West Side.
You make the choice (weed vs. beer),
Now you’re mine,
You can light my fire,
But if you wan’t, do your thing.
Never can say goodbye,
But say something,
And you know, beneath the surface,
Gangsta rap made me do it.
Raul Vill-Alba Vallés
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