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Esteban sinkin' into the of the barrio
He ain't got no all he got are the clothes that are on his back
Two cigarettes can't afford a pack
He's been since he was about six
That's his grandmother died, all his mother cared about was turning tricks
If she was ever home she'd beat him to shit
He to hang out with the boys down on the corner
His grandmother made him promise he'd never do
She said all that those boys were "oh they're junkies and killers"
But he was alone so he had to take his promise

Esteban to them late one day
He pleaded help me I got nowhere to stay
And no one to love, and no one me
They wanted to help most of had been there
To and back they knew the boy needed a prayer
So they gave him a chance something that he'd seen
showed him off to everyone all around the neighborhood
They had him run some shit to his loyalty
When he up a couple of Flying Dutchmen to help protect Maria
Mother said, "Son, welcome to our family"

They Christened him Taurito one day in
When hugged him, Taurito he started to cry
Nobody had done that since his was alive
His new sister Maria said she was so of him
They all night but it wasn't a sin
He her and she held him

out on rooftops in Washington Heights
His brothers taught him how to shoot and
They laughed and drank wine daylight
Acting tough like street corner matadors
brothers taught him how to score
With the downtown and them uptown whores

That's when the trouble comin' down
The Shamrocks were movin' in midtown

on the corner with a 40 in his hand
A .38 in his pocket he was make sure that they understand
he's a real man
Pedro him aside and said, "I'm so proud of you
But you got to take when they start to shoot
what protection's for, son you've never seen a war"

Meet at the bodega at half past ten
Pedro made sure everyone the plan
Before they us we gotta shoot them
Fireworks down on the
All the they're bracin' for a fight
First rings out at midnight

Taurito took two in the of the head
By the he hit the ground he was already dead
In a of blood, a couple drops added to the flood
Pedro fell to his and cried "La Virgin,
Why did You take my boy his soul was so clean
Why You take me?"
A hush over Washington Heights
A silence amidst all the hustles and all the street
Never again did the ever shine as bright
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