Ricky Story Lyrics

El dragón de Colombiana

Let me tell you about a boy named Ricky

Bounced from town to town, but ended up in the city

Dude seemed cool, so they showed him around the city

Even dudes he can come up with, put it to him simply

Many blunts would pass while they laugh about nothing

Type of dude that would spaz, get mad about nothing

Manic, depressive person, contrasting like a mother

Just trying to maintain balance, wasn't raised by his mama

Slave to the system, since the age of three

Got touched by foster pops, could've been a stage three

But fear equals silence, so the man remained free

Continued to wreak havoc till the age of 83

Fair to say, Ricky was walking around with baggage

Enough for an 18 month trip to Paris

Embarrassed memories of stepdad's havoc

Tragic, suppression kicks in like magic

But the nightmares remain a reminder of the pain

From that cold night in May from which he'd never be the same

For this he swims in pussy and stays in cocaine

To numb his soul from the cold misery and shame

By now Ricky was looking good in the hood

Even bagged a local joint that was looking rather good

Gathered a team that was up to no good

Pussy, money and weed, the only things they understood

Spoke the same language, toke the same hammers

Fucked the same hoes, caused the same damage

Even left a couple enemies with brains hanging

Pretty normal when you live the life of a banger

Slanging, pimping and whatever else is damning

If God exists then this one he left abandoned

Neglected, starved for attention, boys famished

Then one day he just up, left and vanished

For months we lived in a land of ignorance

No idea the kind of shit he was dealing with

In too deep with another man and his keys

And he simply couldn't deal with it

Addiction more powerful than ambition

They'd kill him in a second if they knew he'd been sniffing

The need breeds the mind to be indifferent

From the choices made plus the way he was living

Sprinting, dodging shots in prison

Demons pray for his downfall, God willing

Chilling, leaving cities behind with children

Burned bridges, pray to God, hope he listens

Amen

Years later moved on to his next life

Had a couple kids and moved in with his next wife

Even got clean and a job it looked nice

Boy was OT rocking foreign ID

Put behind sins committed in the past

In the past cause the present wasn't bad

Finally can focus on being dad

Happy ending for a life that was sad

Then one day after work

Double shift back starting to hurt

Walking, sees a face that looks familiar

But not an old friend or familia

Face got white as a ghost

He knew karma was gonna do the most

That's when he heard remember me nigga

You still indebted to me nigga

He turned and ran as fast as possible

But outrunning a bullet is impossible

Always remember you reap what you sow

Six bullets in the end robbed him of his soul