My friend was 21 and he bled out front his mama's house

That's the kind of shit I've been around he had a son and that boyboy made him hella proud

Mama watched the whole thing go down, we pulled up the next day and she told us about

How the cops didn't care what was important, watched him bleed as he yelled out I got to work in the morning

They were busy asking all about what gang he from, hmmm, they could have saved her son

But he's a god he will never see a coffin, and music is life no stopping

If you ain't seen war like me, you shouldn't war with me

I remember the scene like a dream, blood stained concrete

The tears are pure and permanent, the tears are pure and permanent, permanent

When I was young I thought I wanted to die, I would smoke and drink till my brain felt fried

Everything was alright till one night, I had too much

I was piss drunk, my friends couldn't hold me up, I fell and hit the curb

Out my head there was gushing blood, wrap my head with a shirt

If it wasn't for that I'd be six in the dirt, from the ambulance to the hospital

I would tell you more but I don't remember at all

Last thing I remember I was chugging a drink then in a blink, in a bed with IV

In my arm, staples in my head, I woke up mad I was alive

I was begging the light to let me die, it told me no

You'll go when you're ready to go