Through a Window South Park Mexican (Ft. Carolyn Rodriguez)

Harris county jail, I'm back in the H
Mind up in space , life full of heart breaks
This for every hood G and every hood believin'
That things will get better, and that we will break even
Always under stress, or behind on the bills
Momma made sure we never missed no meals
And I'm still in the storm, but please dont mourn
Surrounded by badges, or police uniforms
Open ya arms, and accept my words
For my babygirl, everything I have is hers
For my welo and wela, and for all of my cousins
For the struggling families keeping warm with their ovens
I look around my hood, I see joy and laughter
If I could capture the moment, I wouldn't see what came after
When the Sun dissapears, now I face much years
I wipe the tears of my lady as her make up smears

Do you know what it is, to see your life
Pass before your eyes
You miss the simple things
A bird with broken wings
The clock is frozen cold
Your men are growing old
The times that time will kill
Our wounds they never heal