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Yeah these are my words to my firstborn, you know what time it is,
These are
My words to my firstborn, nothing left to hear
(tupac)
Can you picture
Young niggas in the a rush to grow
The hard times in the pen
Had to crush his throat
Probaly never even saw it coming
To busy bullshitting
Caught him with his mouth runnin
Ain't that a bitch
They got me twisted in this game
The fedz, and the po police pointing pistols at my brain
I wonder if i'm wrong
Cause i'm thugged out
My homies murdered execution style
Runnin in the drug house
What was suppose to be a easy hit
Now shit is flipped
Cause niggas died over bullshit
It's not my dream
Seeing pictures of a broken man
No witnesses
Only the question of a smoked man
Young addalicent in the prime live the life of crime
But what ain't logical
We hobble through these trying times
Living blind
Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homiez had to die before they got to grow
And right before i put my head on the pillow
I saw a prayer
One love to the thug's in heaven
I'll see you there
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born
Help me make it threw the storm
The words to my first born feel me