a bright red rag, the norteno flag, he wears on his head with pride. lentes disguise the hate in his eyes and he alwayz ready to ride. he's on the yard and strolling hard hes alwayz on his toes. he packs a knife to guard his life and takes it wherever he goes. a few months back i saw him attack his vato from way down south. he took a stand, blade in hand cut him from neck to mouth I could tell by the way he fell that the vato was going to die. blood has spilled and an inmate was killed and no one still knows why. for six months they've had us on a lockdown status pending the investigation. times gets hard without the yard it's a fucked-up situation. Fed in the cell miserable as hell a runner can't be found half an hour to take a shower placas all around.Over and finished lockdowns diminished the vatos still on the line. back on the wall standing tall his tumble full of wine.
Some girl wrote this and sent it to me I just though I would let yaw peep shit... -out
Some girl wrote this and sent it to me I just though I would let yaw peep shit... -out