Esteban sinkin' into the heart of the barrio
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He ain't got no money all he got are the clothes that are on his back
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Two cigarettes left can't afford a pack
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He's been alone since he was about six
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That's when his grandmother died, all his mother cared about was turning tricks
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If she was ever home she'd just beat him to shit
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He wanted to hang out with the boys down on the corner
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His grandmother made him promise he'd never do that
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She said all that those boys were "oh they're just junkies and killers"
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But he was alone so he had to take his promise back
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Esteban went to them late one day
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He pleaded please help me I got nowhere to stay
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And no one to love, and no one loves me
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They wanted to help most of them had been there
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To hell and back they knew the boy needed a prayer
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So they gave him a chance something that he'd never seen
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They showed him off to everyone all around the neighborhood
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They had him run some shit to prove his loyalty
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When he beat up a couple of Flying Dutchmen to help protect Maria
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Mother Pedro said, "Son, welcome to our family"
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They Christened him Taurito one day in July
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When Pedro hugged him, Taurito he started to cry
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Nobody had done that since his grandmother was alive
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His new sister Maria said she was so proud of him
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They fucked all night but it wasn't a sin
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He held her and she held him
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Hangin' out on rooftops in Washington Heights
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His brothers taught him how to shoot and fight
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They laughed and drank wine 'til daylight
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Acting tough like some street corner matadors
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Taurito's brothers taught him how to score
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With the downtown junkies and them uptown whores
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That's when the trouble started comin' down
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The Shamrocks were movin' in from midtown
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Taurito on the corner with a 40 in his hand
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A .38 in his pocket he was gonna make sure that they understand
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That he's a real man
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Pedro took him aside and said, "I'm so proud of you
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But you got to take cover when they start to shoot
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That's what protection's for, son you've never seen a war"
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Meet down at the bodega at half past ten
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Pedro made sure everyone knew the plan
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Before they stab us we gotta shoot them
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Fireworks down on the avenue
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All the boys they're bracin' for a fight
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First shot rings out at midnight
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Taurito took two in the back of the head
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By the time he hit the ground he was already dead
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In a pool of blood, a couple drops added to the flood
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Pedro fell to his knees and cried "La Virgin,
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Why did You take my baby boy his soul was so clean
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Why couldn't You take me?"
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A hush fell over Washington Heights
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A silence amidst all the hustles and all the street fights
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Never again did the moon ever shine as bright
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Those crazy Latin Knights
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Latin Knights
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The Hudson Falcons |