(feat. Kirby)



[talking]

Man, on a normal occasion

I'd tell you to roll something up

Po some'ing up, but I ain't feeling that way

Everytime I turn around, another funeral

Another away man, how much can we take feel this



[E.S.G.]

I'm riding one deep with my gun, naw I ain't having fun

Wondering how to break the news, to my partna lil' son

His daddy probably the saw the angels, death he couldn't stop it

But God, why'd you have to take my dog Todd Prophet

Already lost Mello, now who gon be next

Think I'm feeling safe fake ass rappers, having plex

Who you playing with, don't take your life for granted

So many good people, seem to be the victims on the planet

Can't understand it, now which religion talking noise

Them Catholic priests, be touching on lil' boys

Can't trust your homeboys, you drop em off at home

He call his partna on the phone, they done broke in your home

Now what's wrong, said the Lord people dying too often

With no health or no insurance, can't afford no coffin

So today no flossing, another wake at eight o'clock

Jam Master Jay wasn't a gangsta, but he still got shot what's up



[Hook: (Kirby)]

My partna use to be a baller but

(now he's gone, ah-oooh)

And all I can tell his son, is

(try to hold on, ah-oooh)

Yeah she use to be a star, but

(now she's gone, ah-oooh)

Hey mama, they thought your son wouldn't make it but

(I stayed strong, ah-oooh)



[E.S.G.]

Now lil' Tamika up the street, wanted a baller real bad

Only 16, but already giving up the ass

You got cash you could smash, you don't have to ask

She needed money for clothes, so she stayed skipping class

Catch her flipping in a Jag, or flipping in the Lex

Laughing at the nerdy chicks, who believed in safe sex

She had one baby, had twins then another

Now didn't slow at 18, all living with her mother

Steady bouncing out of town, rent-a-cars with crack

Missing her kids birthday, what kind of mother is that

The ass started getting flat, without using Metabolife

Whole neighborhood wondering, if Tamika on the pipe

Strip clubs late at night, with bags under her eyes

Had the flu for three months, feeling like she bout to die

Boyfriends disappeared, and so did the queen

HIV in her bloodstream, girl died ay 19 damn



[Hook]



[E.S.G.]

Now Lord I know, I'm in the valley of death

And can't no man predict, how many days he got left

Use to run the street, with some devilish ass demons

High on dust not giving a fuck, smoking wet steady scheming

Had to change my ways, and go another route

Now I use the studio, to let my pain out

No more chasing dreams, gotta make it on my own

Can't be waiting on the next man, gotta get my hustle on

Now in case you ain't know this, playboy I'm focused

Only got one chance, no way in hell I can blow this

Turn my last five dollas, into a quarter million

But money can't change, the fucking pain that I'm feeling

From Chris, Paul to Tremain, who else gon go

They even killed Romeo, from the Steve Harvey show

Said I'd be dead in a year, that was two years ago

Thank the Lord I'm still here, hope I live to see mo' let's roll



[Hook]



[Kirby]

Now he's gone-gone, (now he's gone)

But I'ma hold on, (try to hold on)

Oooh she's gone, (now she's gone)

But I'ma stay strong, (I stayed strong)

Now you gone-gone, (now he's gone)

But I-but I-will hold on, (try to hold on)

Whoooh mama gone, (now she's gone)

But I will stay strong, (I stayed strong)

Ooooh my partna's gone, (now he's gone)

I'ma hold on, (try to hold on)

Whooooa mama's gone-gone-gone, (now she's gone)

I will stay stroooong, (I stayed strong) whooooa