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Thirty-two thousand,
Thirty-two thousand.
Thirty-two thousand…
Yo with thirty-two thousand life is now clouded
Folks leaving the barrio, it's getting less crowded
Lights are still out, so we livin’ like we shrouded
Caught behind in the rush, it's easy to feel like I'm drownin’...
My cousins still leaving
The whole street be grieving
Can't blame me for believing that my family is cleaving, and don't tell me that I'm wrong, 'cause I know I'm not misconceiving, and the way things are now there's not a chance of relieving...
I knew what I wanted once I got the dough
But now I can't tell if it even matters though
Because no amount of money can stop the heart attack
And thirty-two thousand can't bring Abuela back...
