Ricky was a young boy, he had a puso of stone
Lived 9 to 5 and he worked his fingers to the bone
Just barely get out of school, came from the edge of town
Fought like a switchblade so no one could take him down, oh no
He had no money, oh, no good at home
He walked the streets as soldier and he fought the world alone
18 and life, you got it, 18 and life, you know
Your crime is time and it's 18 and life to go
18 and life, you got it, 18 and life, you know
Your crime is time and it's 18 and life to go
Tequila in his heartbeat, his veins burned gasoline
He kept his motor running, but it never kept him clean...
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