Hiram Torres – You Could Never Tell

When I was a kid I was obsessed with death
Wondered what would happen when you took your final breath
I was raised religious I was told that when you slept
For forever that you either see the heavens or the depths
Be on your best behavior for your lord and savior if you wanna golden mansion
I was told it’d never happen on the globe
They said this world is very cold, and always keep him in control because
They’ll be a day when father reaches down and grabs your soul
I was raised an only child picture perfect family of three
Both of them was young so we enjoyed the luxuries of youth together
We would hit the beach whenever
Spend a bag in the December
All the good that I remember
At a young age I learned about the Yin and Yang
Balance out when angels sang
There’s the devil drummin’ bang
Playin in my brain
Both my parents played it off but still the truth remained
I was born on accident it made me feel ashamed
Mom and dad was fighting like some dogs and cats
We was out of money, mixing colors at the laundromat
I was in the second grade playing with my Dodger hat
I was feeling guilt about my birth because the circumstance
You could never tell, I hid it well, I was scared of hell and scared as hell
Why I wanna hurt myself all those feelings that I felt
Auntie said the suicidal feel eternal flame
I just wanna feel the same as y’all
Momma had the roughest upbringing to imagine
When her momma married to a man of evil actions
I don’t wanna speak on the atrocities and crimes
You can read about it, eighty-nine LA Times
After that her momma married baptist
They was super poor paper plates with no napkins
Momma was intelligent, a young and gifted mind
But at the age of seventeen she wound up in a bind
She decided she would have her child and I wonder why
Couldn’t have been easy all the changes coming to her life
Still she made it happen working hard as hell so I could strive
So I’m very thankful for the pain and all the sacrifice
There was darker days in the rain, I can’t hold you
But optimism triumphs over things that could hurt you
You could never tell about her past unless she told you
Smile on her face, living life to it’s virtue
She grew up a little bit different than my father
He was the son of an immigrant farmer
From Mexico came to make a better home
Came to make a better chance cause poverty was not the path
Moved to Los Angeles, right by the port
Lower middle class, nothing big nothing short
But when the eighties came they started shooting just for sport
When my dad was growing up he spent some time at court
Daddy growing up was raised a baptist
But it didn’t stop him on the block, he was active
He was from the east and he had to rep his side
You could read about it eighty-eight LA Times
When the nineties hit, so did licks
GTA, was taking trips
Off to TJ getting lit
No PTA could save these kids
Daddy hustled anyway
Then he met my mom one day
Then a child on the way, of course he stayed
Daddy was a gangster but to me he was my father
Yeah he raised me tough, but taught me things could be much harder
Taught me self respect and showed me how to be unbothered
Yeah he raised me tough, but taught me things could be much harder
You could never tell that he would sell, just to keep us well
Back when if you sold a gram, they put you in a cell
But he gave that life away and tried his best to show me how to live
Thankful for the opportunity that my father give

Outro

I don’t wanna take for granted all this life we lived
Made it through the chaos of a world so full of sin
Not of us were saints, we all did what we did
If I make mistakes, well it’s my life to live
I don’t wanna take for granted all this life we lived
Made it through the chaos of a world so full of sin
Not of us were saints, we all did what we did
If I make mistakes, well it’s my life to live