"Love, comes and goes" [x2]



I saw ya, the day before your death before you took your last breath

How many of my real niggaz are still left?

A lot got killed, and filled a wooden box

and went out like ?docks?

I can picture when you went down, just like a ?becks?

Here one day, and gone the next

We all make mistakes, and these are the breaks

but I'm, sick and tired, of goin to wakes

and seein an end, to my friend

So we kicked it to the L to get some brew and gin

Nobody said nothin everyone was pissed

as we got drunk and reminisced

At your funeral, your head we kissed

Didn't go to the burial, but you'll be missed

That's if you didn't know, from your true friends and not your foes

Cause love comes and goes



"Love, comes and goes" [x4]



Now my man, he never had no problems

but he got killed, when niggaz tried to rob him

Because they knew when they did it, they couldn't get away with it

So they killed him, took the dough and split it

Thinkin about the money, and not his four kids

A couple got caught, and now they're doin bids

Loot is worth more than a life, cause niggaz livin trife

My man had four kids, and a wife

Now the kids don't have a father and the wife don't have a husband

because when, you did what you did

the future of his kids may fall down...

... cause he ain't around

I went to his funeral, thinkin maybe soon it will be me

cause Boston got a lot of jealousy

A lot of people just can't take it when another brother makes it

When he makes it, that's when they wanna take it

But there's one thing I know...

... love comes and goes



"Love, comes and goes" [x4]



The most I remember of you, is in the pictures

You were my pops and I won't forget ya

I wish you coulda been there, to see me grow up

Come up like throw up, and blow up, as an entertainer

I think you woulda been proud

to see me at a show, and move the crowd

Your best friend, shot you over five dollars, that ain't right

The money mattered, and not the life

I wonder what you woulda told me, to get a girl and lay her

cause my moms told me you were a player

They tell me I'm your spittin image, from the line of scrimmage

but you was wild unlike my mother I'm timid

God works in different ways and it shows

And everybody knows love comes and goes



"Love, comes and goes" [repeat to fade]