Living In Los Goutos

You don’t walk the streets.

You get no eats.

Til one of you beats the other.

Ain’t no cryin’ mother!

Shit you take those druthers.

Put ’em where they should be.

Where they never gonna see

The light of day.

It’s just your way

I gotta say

It’s okay bra

It never was

An you an me?

We in it.