At Shetoro's Crib (A Poem) (Chopped & Screwed)

[South Park Mexican:]
Hey Shetoro, uhm play me that little latin beat
I wanna read this letter I wrote to my fans
In case I get killed or somethin'
I mean [laugh] I hope it never happens but
Damn there's just so many haters you never know. Alright.

As I read this letter & as you listen
I know right now I'm either dead or in prison
I'm writin' these words as my daughter sleeps
I pray this is somethin' I'll never have to read
The year is 2007 & I've signed with Universal
All the hate can't stop me but it still hurts though
The smoke in my blunt can only hide my pain
My security is outside but I still sleep in the rain
They say that my lyrics destroy & kill
But I'm only tryin' to tell them that I know how they feel
I never had both of my parents
I was 3 when he left & ended the marriage
Most things I rap about, I no longer do
Tomorrow is church & after that is the zoo
Diamonds & cars don't make a man happy
Your jewels in life are your friends & family
The more money I make, the more problems appear
I feel my enemies are closin' in gettin' near
Inspired by jealousy they wish me the worst
I shook the hands of men that want me stiff in a hearse
But everything I do, is so that one day
Our kids can see their own kind in a positive way
Although I'm no angel in God I do trust
I'd like to take a second to tell you about us
Rasheed is from Philadelphia, Low-G is from Honduras
I was raised with my guela in a place called Falfurrias
But we're all the same race & that race is player
I've held 2 jobs ditch digger & brick layer
Now I see a sign as I lay in the chalk
Heaven's 7 million miles, Lord don't make me walk.

[Carolyn:]
Baile asi, mamita baile asi.
Baile asi, mamita baile asi.
Baile asi, mamita baile asi.
Baile asi, mamita baile asi.