carlos montana!

A star on the inside But on the outside he's got a dark life Being something he's not for his pride He got respect and props for not snitching to cops Militias pulling triggers just to rob countertops He gets scared, whenever he looks in the mirror Cause the image he sees has him feeling a bit bitter So he walked by the corner where they all roll dice for a x amount of a price Who ever gets fucked gets sliced He sensed the aroma Then he looked over his shoulder A cat called him over and got instant asthma It was Carlos Montana from la manzana sucia Before then he was known as a women abuser He asked to help to end the bitch next him He was pissed how she won't even sleep next him He had no choice but to not get punked too He's got a couple slugs for his mouth too So he agreed to help after noon When the moon shows The time of crime when peeps don't even make it alive It was him in a group of five scared to death Forced to kill a bitch who was no threat or stress It's finally dark, walking hearing all the dogs bark Meeting in a ally next to an abandoned park They dab each other up, say what's good God bless Now it's time to put all their fist to the test They walk up the staircase The temperature's rising Carlos advising to silent her crying One guy's sick to his stomach He said "you're bugging" Carlos pulled the strap before he could do even something He's shocked how the barrel's at his head right now He said "shut the f*ck up give me your chain right now" He gave it up, but he still got shot instead The other 4 replaying the sickening image in their head Before providing help they have to finish their quest Before Carlos goes ballistic shooting them in the chest They're all whimpering, in silence As sad as a violin But to Carlos all of their pain is a little too blinding Knocked down the door the bitch starting screaming Carlos choked the bitch she slowly stopped breathing And even stopped moving accepting her fate Ain't it great? Dancing with the pale moonlight awaits Oh crap here comes the jakes they better hit the dash Carlos went to hide his gats in a doggy bag They're all suspects of murder The fingerprints would show them who would hurt her Praying Carlos gets caught by the observers But, there's no need to pray He just got shot the blood moon went away But wait, I think the blood moon opened a gate metaphorically Historically, these stories are the ones parents warned to me Live by the gun and you die by the gun But without the craziness is there even some fun? These are the questions you have to ask yourself Is there a right or wrong? If so what's the difference? Wha-What's the difference? What's the-Wha-What's the difference? Wha-Wha-Wha-What's the difference? What's the difference? Wha-Wha-wha-What's the difference? What's the difference? What's the difference? What's the difference? What's the-Wha-What's the difference? What's the difference?