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

went to them late one day
He pleaded please help me I got nowhere to
And no one to love, and no one me
They wanted to help most of had been there
To hell and back they knew the boy needed a
So gave him a chance something that he'd never seen
They showed him off to everyone all around the
They had him run some shit to his loyalty
When he up a couple of Flying Dutchmen to help protect Maria
Pedro said, "Son, welcome to our family"

They Christened him Taurito one day in
When Pedro hugged him, Taurito he to cry
Nobody had that since his grandmother was alive
His new sister said she was so proud of him
They fucked all night but it a sin
He held her and she him

Hangin' out on in Washington Heights
His brothers taught him how to shoot and
laughed and drank wine 'til daylight
Acting like some street corner matadors
Taurito's brothers taught him how to
With the downtown junkies and them uptown

That's when the started comin' down
The Shamrocks were movin' in from

Taurito on the with a 40 in his hand
A .38 in his he was gonna make sure that they understand
That he's a man
Pedro took him and said, "I'm so proud of you
But you got to take cover when they start to
That's what protection's for, son you've seen a war"

down at the bodega at half past ten
Pedro made sure everyone knew the
Before they stab us we gotta them
down on the avenue
All the boys they're for a fight
shot rings out at midnight

Taurito two in the back of the head
By the time he hit the he was already dead
In a pool of blood, a couple drops to the flood
Pedro to his knees and cried "La Virgin,
Why did You take my baby boy his soul was so
Why You take me?"
A hush over Washington Heights
A amidst all the hustles and all the street fights
Never did the moon ever shine as bright
crazy Latin Knights