Joe Pesci by Rey Santoya

You see me drive that black 2020 CT5
Dreaming of rapping circles on Jimmy Fallon, TV live
But the situations I’m put in, it’s looking grim
I ponder on my thoughts and then I took it in
Diced pineapples on the dash, wine Italiano
Mushroom Ravioli, then I have Risotto
Dressing for occasion, cuz everyday’s celebration
Thank the Universe, for family and my extra patience
The great-grandson of a farmer back in a hundred years
Ricardo Mendoza was picking fruits, it was becoming clear
That too much mouths to feed, and that dream was out of reach
So from Texas, the South he leaves, for Michigan, rich, he’s about to be
Dead by the age of forty, left his kids behind
They peddle heroin to feed their kids, a different time
Cuz crime pays really good when Hard Work no longer does
Cops will bust open your front door for selling narcotic drugs
That brings me back to Ricardo, I wonder if
He’d be disappointed of how his children’s life had come to this
Would he blame himself for not putting them in position to succeed
Hungry from their bellies, with status condition is in need
Or would he understand that way of life?
I mean where do you think they get that gangster mentality to stay alive?
I have to raise my glass to those who keep it real
Hundred dollar shirts and a life full of decent meals

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Melodic rap
• alternative
• alternative rap
• chill rap
• jazz hip hop
• jazz rap
• san antonio rap
• storytelling
• San Antonio