Blue Rag - Mr. Capone-E

He had it hard coming up on the streets

Lost and alone with no father to teach

Looking for love from a family he didn’t have

He thought he found what he need from the g’s

It was the day when his whole life changed

Now he repped the hood with the neighborhood gang

Bald head, white tee, and his cackys creased

Around his neck he let the blue rag squeeze

He was a good boy growing up rough

In a neighborhood full of drugs

A youngster without no father figure

Just little kids with loaded triggers

His side of the track full of crack

And the blue bandanna was the rag

Sureno tryina make a living

Where some haters took a shot at these children

Leaving a school friend just to die

Not from a gang but they’re just walking by

Crowded junior high days in pain

From an A student skipping out to eighth grade

Lost and confused because his friend wore blue

So he realized he had to roll with the crew

Getting jumped in just changed his path

Walking with a blue bandana and some creased up pants

Ditching high school chill in the park

Smoking on a flajo looking hard

Victim of the ghetto but the kids got anger

Blue rag around his neck a young gangbanger

Laughing at the naughticles as they pass by

Committed the hood full of pride

And a blue pano is what he carries daily

Never leaves home without it like his 380

Maybe on his way but he’s out late

Hanging with the homies everyday

Getting paid off cluckers and highs

With the blue Nikes doing a slash

Sitting at the corner representing to the fullest

Blue bandana off his shoulder as he cleans his bullets

Off to the next victim on the streets

Wear the wrong colors he’s gonna creep

It was to wrong but to him he was living right (living right)

In his heart blue rag became his life

1st part of Chorus:

His baby turns five as he’s looking for a job

Trying all kinds of work whatever the cost

Under the table whatever takes to feed his kids

Baby mama’s tweaking and it’s making him sick

So he gets his pass to make his new vida

Trying to do right because the baby needs him

Trying to give him a childhood he never had

Changing his ways but never the blue rag

Off to his job one early morning

Meeting up with the workers while he’s yawning

Eating some breakfast with his compas and partners

When a call rolls up with five vatos

Yelling out to this other kid across the block

Talking shit because the kid had a blue top

His heart dropped as he dropped his food

Pulled out his cuete and started loading for the blue

That’s how it goes down, now the homies doing 25 to life.

Know what they say

you are what you do, and once you’re in it you’re in it for life.

This goes out to all the lil youngsters out there, don’t bite what you can’t

chew… and that’s true.

Because there ain’t that many lucky people like me to

tell you their stories ese.

There’s no turning back