Last day I saw a lil' homy, and he's fulla drugz.
I ask him why he did that shit, he sad life suckz.
Why ain't ya quit with that shit.
How far ya wanna go, how much ya wanna get.
It's like he don't believe in God cuz he's liv'n in sin.
And I know that street life's like one big fuck'n sin.
Ya've 2 run 4 cover, otherwise ya're death.
But when one's death we should be happy not sad.
He's 2 a better place, a place without pain.
Now he finily see some good placez.No mo insane.
Who can sasy it's right or wrong 2 kill a fuck'n foe.
And people always complain, but they make it as far as it go.
The nice society made different people 'bad'.
But do they know THEY make them mad?
And smoke'n weed ain't that kinda wrong.
In fact it can make ya strong.
Only thing I wanna say is don't lose ya faith.
Cuz if ya dying very young, up in heaven it's 2 late.
Rest in peace homies, c u when I get there.
D.A.C.
grandpa.
T-mo.
T-madd.
and all the others.