• He was a good kid all through elementary
    A's and B's and had no enemies
    But he saw all the G's as he walked home
    he couldn't read all the words on the walls though
    So many letters crossed out with X's
    He wondered he knew not to ask those questions
    No pops, and his mom worked through the nail
    She managed to buy him some shoes on sale
    She didn't know, she bought the wrong color
    And they stayed in the closet all summer
    Even though the kid wasn't affiliated
    He knew what they liked, he knew what they hated
    Now he's in Middle School, same individual
    But this is where things seem to get a bit difficult
    This is the life of a young Mexican
    First verse done take me to the second one