dear homie

dear homie

whats the hap

since your up in the sky?

with god by your side

homie what's it like?

i know your bein' treated right

no more worries

plus you're bein heard g

i guess you know niggaz is still trippin

i don't know why

they see a future in it

we're headed for self-destruction

can't function

only thing i can do is pray

and thank god

for another day

yes homie

it's rough down here. i gotta watch my back

cos it's hard being black

if it ain't the other

it's my own colour

tryin to work me

tryin to hurt me

ain't no l-o-v-e

please tell me why

dear homie

dear homie

gang-bangin ain't joke

and i'm lookin over ya loc

always knew there was fools out to get me

i didn't even hear the gunshots till after the slugs hit me

i grabbed for my chest and my neck

hopin

when my head hit the ground my skull busted open

you used to ask for my advice

well dear homie

dyin ain't nothin nice

and the place i'm at is overpacked

with young blacks who crash crack and gats

i can only pray

you don't come this way

you gotta stay alive

you got a kid g

i feel ya partner but i worry alot

bust shots

i know you're tryin' to comfort me

but i don't want no company

homie

dear homie

even though you're gone

i still fell your presence

sometimes i can sleep

cos i just can't see

reality like it really should be seen

i still reminisce on how we used to kick it

strollin' the yard

just hangin' out together

down for whatever

whenever

and now i'm hopin

you're seeing a true friend in me

we where meant to be

dear homie

you used to call me o.g. now ya really gotta look up to me

cos the place i'm at

is way high in the sky

i didn't want to die

but the life i lived was just to reckless

too many bad marks on god's checklist

and many many brothers will go out

just tryin to get that hard-core street clout

but a street reps final test

is when you're lying in a coffin

with you're hands folded on your chest. then ya hear the girls cry

then ya hear the brothers lie

talkin' about how down you was

then the next week the back on the street

they cold forgot ya cuz'. don't wanna see ya on your back

so for me stay sucka free

cos you don't need that

homie. dear homie. dear homie. ya know i miss ya homie.