Believe that  I keep looking on
 Ya know  expecting you to be there for me again
 When I need you
 You got that time but I need you coming back strong
 Don't be silent ya heard me?
 Dawg  just let it be known bro I got much love for you bro
 Come on home here
 I miss ya

 Chorus: Mr. Serv On (repeat 4X)

 I'm fightin tears for the time you spent
 When your nights are dark  but in your heart you got a friend

 [Mr. Serv-On]
 You chose a destiny of prison terms and crack pipes
 I fell victim to a world full of hard women and gang life
 You did nine, now you got five
 And every day I feel like I'm fighting myself just to stay alive
 I got a little money but it ain't all that
 What's the use of having it if it'll keep you from going back
 I saw a look in your eyes like you wasn't scared to die
 You lost your mom and your sister in three months
 and never once I saw you cry
 Maybe it was a soldier thing or you didn't know how
 Cause so many nights I pray to God, just look at our life and smile
 Cause somewhere in this ghetto life we lost our heart
 Now we just a bunch of helpless souls searching for heaven, play your part
 I witness you fight the demons in your mind
 You told me they come late at night, you know that he was hard to find
 But sometimes you gotta sit back and relax, and say a prayer
 Cause when all the pain goes away I'll always be there

 Chorus 4X

 [Mr. Serv-On]
 Some of the ??? around the way on they third and fourth babies
 I wonder if you was home one of them would be yours
 You gotta laugh at that, life is crazy
 The other day Larry Tunes got twenty
 He said he had to feed his baby,
 pay some bills and take care of his lady
 I went around the way and the new thing seemed to be wheelchairs
 Either they too blind to see or they just don't care
 I saw your grandmother and she looked okay
 But you know black women, they strong, they only cry when they pray
 And I'm still tryin to bang all the tricks you used to hit up
 And as usual they ask me where you at, and tell me whats up
 But lately every day, now I caught my hands without a bottle
 I guess I feel the pressure of these magazines callin me a role model
 I look in these kids eyes and I see confusion
 We never knew how bad it was,
 we just wanted to represent, never losin (New Orleans)
 And no matter how times get hard
 You just think about it, you look in your heart, I'll play my part

 Chorus 4X

 [Mr. Serv-On]
 Oh man
 I'm still thinkin bout all the times we had
 It ain't the same no more, man you know
 The game, the hustlin, none of that
 I talked to moms the other day
 We tryin to get that appeal together