Kikil Caro

Even if the cradle's made of gold
Who knows how the road will go
Or how it’ll turn out

Sure, it’s a step forward
But it depends on more than one
What might happen

You gotta start from the bottom
Learn about everything
To really appreciate

What you gain and what you lose
To deserve it, you’ve got
To fight hard

With my brother by my side
We were growing weed
It’s not just about selling

Effort and hard work
Brings in the cash
Money is power

We’ve always been equal
Though it’s not the same
From there to here

When I hit the school
They turned their backs on me
And stopped talking

Shout out to my buddies
Those I can
Count on for real

Some are missing
Others on the streets
Ready to act

Like father, like son
He’s also been seen
Carrying a gun

He’s got bravery in his veins
Blood of the Caros
And they call him Kikil

(And they call him Kikil)