seems at the end of every
Young black life is this line,
Liquor to the curb for my,
When it, cracks through the pavement
that's my way of sending love
So, give Big a hug, tell Aaliyah I said hi
'Til the next time I see her,
He was just some thug that,
in him we, saw some of us
He walked like us, talked like us
His back against the wall,
nigga fought like us, damn
Poor Isis, that's his mama name
Mama ain't strong enough to raise no boy,
though he had his blood in him
Hot temper, mama said he act
Daddy never fucked with him,
so the streets raised him
she wish she could of saved him
not even him can save him
thirty- eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun
dead before thirty- eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by winter,
tried to smoke her pain away
Isis, life just, ended on that rainy day
When she got the news her boy
opened the drawer, saw him nude
Her addiction grew, prescription drugs,
Angel dust, dipped in woo
She slipped into, her own fantasy world
Had herself pregnant by a different dude
But reality bites and, this is her life
He wasn't really her husband,
though he called her wife
It was just this night when,
And the stars were just right,
and the dress was real tight
Had her sounding like Lisa Lisa,
I wonder if I take you home
Will you still love me after this night?
Mike was the hard head from
That she wanted all her life,
shit she wanted all the hype
Used to hold on tight when he
He was a Willie all her life he wasn't
It was a, dude named Shy who would
He wanted to run to the country
But Isis, like this, Broadway life
She loved the Gucci sneakers,
Hanging out the window when she
She was so turned on that
How ironic it would, be some fight that
Had a son fifteen that he never saw twice
Sure he saw him as an infant,
but he dissed on him like
he would look much different
See I'm light- skinnded and that
Mike was still crazy out there running
the streets (fuck niggas want?)
Had his old reliable thirty-
It's been fourteen years,
He running around like life's a peach,
He approached this thug that,
And it looked so familiar that he
Told him, get off the strip but the boy
He clearly had the drop but the boy
There was something in this man's
face he knew he seen before
It's like, looking in the mirror
seeing his self more mature
And he took it as a sign from
You know what they say about he who
(What's that?) He who hesitates is lost
He can't explain what he saw
before his picture went blank
The old man didn't think he
just followed his instinct
Six shots into his kin, out of the gun
Niggas be a father, you're killing your son
Six shots into his kin, out of the gun