I know what your parents said

In the ghetto there's no time to be sad

Life is short put the smile on be glad

And when I wave to you down the street

I get sad

when i see the things said by your dad

he told you we were nothing but some thugs

Wearing white tees because we couldnt get a job

That we wouldnt amount to shit because were strung

Probably selling dope because were young

And even though my momma was a single mother

that doesnt give an excuse for you to judge her

im just trying to make it out this world alive

but when i walk outside your stare eats me alive

i can pretend to hide and be tough

but you turn around as if im not enough

like im not worthy of your simple smile

not even a wave is worth it for a while

and over time i develop a sadness

coming from you it brings me to madness

and then one day all you see

is an angry mexican in the streets