When I came to you there on that cold
 telephone pole horror of the night
 and you came out to meet me
 and then tell me things and sit down on the porch swings

 

 Congratulations you coming home next month
 Humble as a monk
 We celebrate with Crystal and skunk
 The family's large
 It's hard being God
 Still take charge come home to a massage
 A line of credit cards with a Land Cruiser parked in the garage
 And trying to make up for the times when you was gone
 Being locked up while my heart was torn
 You wrote me letters
 Telling me when you come home things will be much better
 I mailed you a pair of Tims for a Wu-Wear sweater
 Up in the penal dipped (?) for the weather
 In difficult times it's hard to maintain
 I strive to live in the shelter that blocks out the rain
 And that rain is pain
 For stress on the brain will have a nigga insane
 Forced to stay awake
 Late nights it's hard to sleep
 When I peek
 Cause the kitchen's chopped up (?) they be trying to creep on me
 Mental explosion when I meditate over by Taca Lake
 Thoughts remain calm like the ocean
 Puff a little war potion
 Everything relates to emotion
 When I stare at the stars surrounded by trees
 Sometimes I feel like a fallen leaf
 Blown away by wind realities
 Strong breeze, but you're free
 I took the block off the horn
 So let knowledge be born
 Blood brothers forever
 Killa B's on the swarm

 

 

 Dom P's (?) past, guns blast
 I recollect on the past
 On how we ran wild together
 Chasing cash and ass
 Small time thing
 Managing stings for nugget rings
 Went back far like acorn fights on modern swings
 Kingpin style, juveniles raised with major flav
 Tenth grade came went on our own and severed ways
 Never realized Poppy would die or leave my side
 Homicide never
 I visualize better
 You live forever in my heart son
 Mentally dunn we roll together
 No years past I still hear blasts as guns flashed
 My nigga run fast he sumble to a lifeless crash
 On the concrete my leg felt weak
 I couldn't eat let alone sleep
 This shit is way beyond bone deep
 Now I sip beers
 Shed a few tears with our peers
 Play the rears
 Do the knowledge through glares and cold stares
 Yo it's hard kid
 I swear to my unborn this war's going on
 Veterans taking falls to young pawns
 But I stay strong and try to move on
 And live life to the fullest
 Rest in peace to the God who took a bullet