castigo

You have no idea

Son witnessing babymomma hit me with the car. So I tried to talk to him. Additional voice overs by my son himself as he puts on the headphones and has fun recording his voices screaming random stuff from his favorite cartoon at the time of "Feenis & Ferb".

Lemme talk to you (DV)

A tisket a tasket

Mi Madre me ah enseñado hablar,
Mi Padre me ah enseñado cayar.

Los caminos de la vida no son como yo pensava,
Eh perdido familia y muchos camaradas, 
Lo unico que hoigo es,
"Que se llamava"
Biles sin feria, estoy pala fregada!
No me importa nada, ya eh sufrido tanto!
Quiero vivir mi sueño cuando me levanto!
Trato de ser lo mejor que se pueda 
Cuando miro que mi sombra me aremedea. 
En veces lloro aunque me vean, 
Digo lo que digo haunque no me crean.
Dios es mi testigo lo que siento y miro, 
No lo se todo, solo lo que vivo.
Suspiro cuando miro tantas violentas muertes!
No son acidentes entre nuestra gente!
En veces no hay tiempo pa pensar dos veces, 
Quieren que me calle pero hu!! Tengo nueces!

QUIEREN QUE ME CALLE EN MI CALLE?! CHALES! GRITARE! NO ME CAYARE!
QUIEREN QUE ME CALLE HA!
GRITARE! NO ME CAYARE!!

QUIEREN QUE ME CALLE EN MI CALLE?! CHALES! GRITARE! NO ME CAYARE!
QUIEREN QUE ME CALLE HA!
GRITARE! NO ME CAYARE!!

Lagrimas de mi barrio hecho de sangre!
Deste muy chikito eh tenido hambre!
Para vivir, sonreir y sentir lo que otros tienen,
Perdoname Apa pero hai vienen por mi,
Como Ricky, Danny y Tony,
Y todos los otros homies, 
Mami hold me. Porque disen que estoy loco?
Porque sigo caminando en la Calle-Opal?
Quiero estar solo por favor,
Ya no siento ni tengo amor.
No tengo rincor,
Lo unico que tengo es un desarmador!
Diosito por favor,
Darme el valor para incarme y arepentirme, reirme firme!
Irme muy lejos sin mirar por espejos ni contar las millas, 
Quieren que me inque de rodillas?
Estos vecinos estaran maliyas. 

QUIEREN QUE ME CALLE EN MI CALLE?! CHALES! GRITARE! NO ME CAYARE!
QUIEREN QUE ME CALLE HA!
GRITARE! NO ME CAYARE!!

QUIEREN QUE ME CALLE EN MI CALLE?! CHALES! GRITARE! NO ME CAYARE!
QUIEREN QUE ME CALLE HA!
GRITARE! NO ME CAYARE!!

Nacido en el barrio mas humilde 
No me aguito,
No me cayare presentare con un grito!
Chupen pito! Todos los chismosos!
Busquen una auja y piquense el ojo!
Voy a ser bastante ruido con mi voz, 
Molestando la paz con cholos bolo!
Mis acciones representaran en volumes!
Lo negativo eh convertido en perfume!
Ha! Homies fumen de la mas fuerte,Fuente,
Se que sienten lo que escupe mi mente! 
Recivan mis respetos hasta la muerte!
Vengare! Vengare! Vengaran mi muerte!
Recargado a un poste porque? No lo se, es lo unico que se so no me cayare!
En cada escura esquina escondan una lagrima,
Con un fuerte suspiro, 
Cantenle un tiro a la loca vida! That's right.
Bring it!

QUIEREN QUE ME CALLE EN MI CALLE?! CHALES! GRITARE! NO ME CAYARE!
QUIEREN QUE ME CALLE HA!
GRITARE! NO ME CAYARE!!

QUIEREN QUE ME CALLE EN MI CALLE?! CHALES! GRITARE! NO ME CAYARE!
QUIEREN QUE ME CALLE HA!
GRITARE! NO ME CAYARE!!

chale.. you gotta put duck tape on my mouth.
mi calle..mi vida..mi amor
(lo que mas odio)

..I can feel it, coming in the air tonight, Opal..Opal. 

En cada escura esquina escondan una lagrima.

CALLE

All I Wanted

Louie - Louie

Watching the world fall apart as it nears the year 2000 while being in prison.

Behind the lens

Mon Bamlentines Day 2008 my son at 3 yrs old got my babymomma, my daughter (not biologically) & I together so we can make peace since no one was talking at that time. So he told us to make a wish meaning to pray. His mom had a heart shape on her necklace so he wanted to tell us that meant Love so we need to love each other & not fight. 

May the mother of my son RIP.

Bamlentines Day '08

Nothing professional. Just a freestyle I did 10 years ago.

This life I chose ( the streets of east los)

Riding Inside and OutSide

Escondidas

Sirens and Ice Cream Trucks

Song made for my 3 cousins who got killed due to gang violence while i was serving a 18 yr term.

3 Dots Kill

Waking up on the wrong side of the bed. Everything seems to be going wrong so I just stop caring. All in the fun. Not to be taken serious.

I'm on a sick one

Dejavous

The stuff I would do after going our separate ways of always trying to be the better person/parent of not arguing in front of the kids or sucking it up after being looked at as a loser for being 1 minute late during her monitored visits with our kids. At the end of the day all my effort of trying to make it work was pointless.

'All For What?' (DV)

Never had a chance to do this recording over so the quality sucks and wish I could of done many changes and touch ups to this one but..O well, perhaps one day.
    The Opalcalypse (Apocalypse) is about biblical prophecies mixed with a message with my neighborhood.  Just an exaggerated, creative way to represent my hood that's all. 

'OpalcalypSe ~ 2012'

Hush lil baby

Written for my stepdaughter which i raised since she was 4 years old. She was removed from our custody due to D.V. in the house. So I recorded this unprofessionally with lots of mistakes in it but didn't I just wanted for her to be able to listen to our voices letting her know we love her while she was living in a foster home.

"I wanna love you but I..dont wanna care about you, I wanna go on living 

But I can't get it out my brain

Why were you so cruel to me

I can't forgive everything you touch."

Damn! I wanna love you girl 

Buy you chocolates and flowers,

Damn! Never mind I just wanna

BAM! BAM! for the next few hours.

No more cold showers

Tonight I wanna open up your door

A lil more, rolling out the red carpet

Down south, let the genie out the bottle

I need another bottled water

I can feel you getting hotter

Undressing, caressing your breast in my hands

Pull your hair back lick your neck from behind, 

As I whisper in your ear " I dont wanna be your man".

Remember we're just friends with privileges 

But you're also feeling this

We ain't new to this.

You were cruel to me, still can't forgive

The way you did me,

Whatevers clever I just want to be your secret lover, make you think about me under the cover,  with your other lover

Yeah him. Your man,  your boyfriend, 

Your husband whatever you wanna call him

Just dont call him BAMS.

Even tho I let you call me by his name

And hide your wedding ring.

I can tell your quote unquote is lagging

Strap this magnum on from your French tips digging my back

As I come cum ditty dumm

Hit it git it wham bam, dam, bam, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAMM!

(Chorus)

Regardless of the past can't help to put the smash down on that ass, 

Slow and fast, faster, downshift, cruise control, bruise count, Ohh!

Pump my breaks for a moment so I may pump your guts, I'm all up on it fucking it up, whimpering, "Dont stop!"

Cream, cumm,Cummings, ice cream,

You screaming back to back

Still swinging my bat, 2 balls, 3swipes, 

Bend over and hike the ball

Hike 1, hike 2, hike 3, exchanging fuck faces with me. In the mirror

Smacking that trunk, pulling on your hair backing up that badunkadunk.

BAM! BAM! All up in your junk

Now I'm pointing to the sky,

You are being crucified 

Like a stripper and her pole, up and down like a yoyo, yo O yeah, how u do that there?

Your eyes rolling back like a exorcist

Dropping that gear like a terrorist.

Hit this! Git this! Hit that shit!

Get your money mommie quit saying that you love me. Lie to me, again,

You speak to me in tongues at your highest vocals as you cumm. Cum. I bet you didn't know you could sing opera..uh, uhh, uhh, uhhhh!

(Chorus)

Now imma go on living, reminiscing and dreaming how you use to be giving it to me,

Donating your desires like charity.

To another someone behind my back

That's why I'm treating you like a hoodrat

Deep throating throigh your lungs, Cummin in your gums, I bet your vet thinks he's cool,

Kissing you with his tongue..

That's wrong. Curiosity got you sprung.

You should of known better that's why my fatty hitting better, I bet you zero figures that I get it much wetter, and to your other I don't want her you can keep her, I just fuck her and go deeper, at night she's a creeper she's a tweaker, seeking my sleeper,

I laugh at her, she calling me a snapper,

I've done unwrapped her I can see you texting her as she's flushing these Magnum wrappers. Haha,  wham bams, thank you ma'am. It was fun but I gotta run,

Gotta go, see you later bye, bye, bye..

BAMBAM!!

Friends With Privileges (benefits)

"Pow-Pow! Bang-Bang!

Make a racket with these things,

That Opal Street Gang,

Greenlight cause we gangbang,

Doing our thang 

I guess going against the grain

By making them feel the pain, 

Same pain from my dead homies rain

Reet In Peace, wont shake hands

-FUCK PEACE!

My homeboys gang banging till we all rest in peace 

The peace in our waist with every bullet numbered, 

A rat from the projects how you'll be remembered,

Go to to toe, fu kit I'll even flow

Or like my X collie I'll strangle you

Thanks to you stupid snitch

Hiding behind your bitch

More bitch than your stupid bitch for being with you, and next to you, 

On OUR list full of marks

running back that bark

VIP in the witness stands

Pjs full of marks

Chalk up another one

No longer shoot for fun

This is personal, look at em go

Here we come (uh)

Opal United Raza, O.U.R...

Opal United Raza, O.U.R...

Opal United Raza, O.U.R...

Opal United Raza, O.U.R. A fucken hater!

(See I told you..) O.U.R. A fucken hater..

(Yes you are, of course you are..)

OUR street sign's hard as a dick that stays in your mouth 

West Coast killafornia..down South.

Groupie of none, 1-5 is a letter,

Heard your how moaning that 15th letter 

Back in the day, ditching parties in her gums,

Now fucking different squealing bitches

With these water guns.

We use to just spread her

Never take off her sweater

She would cum, she would splatter, 

Homie you just wet her.

Bruising up that bladder

Used up babymother & yous a faggot father

Raised up in the gutter

Beyond brothers from another mother

Yeah we stick together so we a 1 man gang

Breaking heads as one, break bread with our fam.

So ask yourself, "are you a fucken hater?"

If not you'll feel that Opalove sooner or later..(X-V)

Opal United Raza, O.U.R...

Opal United Raza, O.U.R...

Opal United Raza, O.U.R...

Opal United Raza, O.U.R. A fucken hater!

(See I told you..) O.U.R. A fucken hater..

..so you are a fucken hater.(course you are)

This is how it sounds like when we ride on our enemies

And after we ride the ones alive will eat cheese.

East Side of L.A. Most Wanted by police

And we're Most Hated by all enemies.

I love my neighborhood but dont love my neighbors hood,

The LOCOS in the hood

Always up to no good

So if you're scared go to church

There's one here on Opal

(Our Father who Arthur in heaven...)

The same church we watch all your mommas go

Opaland, kicking sand in OUR playground 

Grand Vista my stomping ground

Perpetuating what we started

For the heads who ain't around

We ain't raising no white flag for the homeboys underground. 

Yes you are SUR but O.U.R. is OUR

We'll be throwing up the O till OUR final hour

(That's right, keep rolling your eyes, keep running your mouths, keep checkin & crossing g them Øs everytime you hit up mofo, sooner or later you'll be putting hearts in them Os,.haha..

We're gonna make you-we're gonna make you love us baby!..but for now hate on

Opal United Raza, O.U.R...

Opal United Raza, O.U.R...

Opal United Raza, O.U.R...

Opal United Raza, O.U.R. A fucken hater!

(See I told you..) so you are a fucken hater.2x.

Opal United Raza (O.U.R.)

Nothing professional just amateur recordings inspired through some trouble in paradise. Domestic violence within my relationship caused the removal of my daughter which I have been raising.  So I began to record a lil demo for her so that she can at least hear our voices whenever she we couldn't talk.
 My Self Therapy. Other recordings were inspired from other experiences that came along with good or bad choices I've made along the line. Whatever. It is what it is and just gotta laugh or sing about it instead of letting our "Shht Happens" moments get the best of us which can be the end of our story if we're not strong and humble enough to take a step back to read and study our own book. There's poetry in all we do & see. There's a song inside us all. Everything makes sound..even the clouds.

BAMS~Original Poems And Lyrics(O.P.A.L.)

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