Chola

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Aqua Net set

Got that pompadour erect

Dickies creased, Old English belt reads, ‘X’

Neck lined with dark hickeys and they just met

Eye liner, leaving traces

Fresh white Cortez’s, fat laces

Lip liner sharp, rigid and dark brown

“Leva” she calls you if you back down

Her eyebrows arch angrily,

 the expression leaves no room for sincerity

When she was a young mija, it was Baby Girl

Now it’s Mala and jet black curls

She is tough and don’t take no shit

Because she don’t have the time after caring for two kids

They say locals from the Side ain’t hard

Gangsters only roam in L.A., on the boulevards

She pounds her fist on the ground, “Shit, come out here and see how we get down.”

Ink paints the war stories of her youth

A spider web wraps her shoulder, concealing the word ‘truth’

On her lower back lies,

A clown that smiles and one that cries

And on her wrist, an eye filled with tears

She got it when she found out her man was going away for 25 years

Three dots mark the corner of her eye

Because this hyna’s  livin’ that crazy life

Her tattoos are the only thing that tells no lies

Depicting the story of so many goodbyes

Baby girl will make it out one day, but today is just another day

This ruca is strong, a victim of circumstance

Another tattoo to erase the tracks that run up her arm

SMACK

She’s punctured her vein

Mala is at it again

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