Our people set in our own ways
Same old shit day after day
But our people demands respect
And there's alot of things our parents expect
Coming to a country that's foreign to us
Looking for people that we can trust
Tired of war, and our gun being loaded
Tired of looking up. A bomb just exploded.
So we come over here for a peaceful life,
Work hard as we can and do what's right
Parents send our kids to school.
Everything is nice, at first.
But one day we come home, running, crying and hurt.
We got beat up, 'cause we're from the Asian race.
So now our kids unite to give them a taste
Of what it is like a real war,
And to get even and even the score.
If you want to be a gang banger
Or even a dope slanger,
We will show you how the tough life is:
The real shiet, no movies or show biz.
You think you are from the GHETTO and the poor land
If I live like you I consider myself a rich man.
We don't give a fuck about death.
We'll still be unloading the gun while breathing our lasts breaths.
Were the people thats strong and in control.
Of our destiny until we're ninety years old.
We have gang bangers from San Jose to L.A.
From San Fran. to New York and all the way back;
Gangs like V-ching to Dragon, Eagle to Wahching,
Natoma Boyz to O.B Nip Boys and the rest
Can't be stopped. We're too strong to hold,
No matter the weather hot or cold.
We don't give a fuck, we just don't care.
Now we give up our own way.
Why is a homeboy dying everyday?
Why do they live like this is hell?
If i have a wish, what will I wish?
That America don't make me like this.
This country made me, can't you see...?