Sometimes I think back, way back to the times I never had shit

Joey had a nine under his mattress and he cocked it back and said

I'll take that risk, being broke, dawg, I hate that shit

See I've been plotting on this bank plus I got the plug to get me inside

But I can't do this shit alone, so is you ready to ride?'

Yeah, my pocket's hurting, hate to see mama working

Wasn't only ready to ride, I was ready to die

He said, tomorrow meet me here, 9AM and don't be late, my ****

Fifty-fifty down the middle, that's the rate, my ****

I shook his hand as I proceeded to walk, my older homie pulled up and said we needed to talk

He said, a couple days ago, man, I was bumping your tape

And I don't touch the radio because I can't relate

You got that real shit, the type of songs people really feel shit

Told me he was proud and took a blunt to the face and I said

I feel like this rap shit ain't working, ain't no money coming in, homie, and mom still working

The job ain't certain, shit I might as well be in a coffin

I feel like my only option is to put that work in, that's on the real

I wanna roll up in a Benz like you

Wanna break bread with my friends and get the mans like you

Put my mothafuckin' city on the map, but first I need me a strap

'Cause there ain't no telling what these kids might do

That when he told me, listen, little homie, you the chosen one

Don't ever try to be like these ****

'Cause they the broken ones, your music heals me to cope with the loss of my oldest son

And it's crazy 'cause you're younger than me, but I see your soul's become

Why is it that any man that I've ever met before, when I listen to your music

P, I think of heaven more and that's hard 'cause we in hell and I'm at the devil's door

And just because we take a shot don't mean we always get to score

And I said, damn, I never thought of it like that, but sometimes praying ain't enough

We gotta fight back

He told me, I'd do anything to have a normal life back, my homie doing life

And I'm the only one that writes back

He said, time is all we got, it ain't enough to go around

But if you wanna make this work you got to slow it down

But little did he know he saved my life that day

'Cause Joey always lived by the gun but he died that way

This dude who listens to my music, his nephew's in the hospital

Fighting a kidney and doing everything possible

Just to stay alive, I seen his picture, wanted to cry

And that shit me chocked up, and sometimes I feel so responsible

I'm worried about my album and what it sells in a week

While he's worried about the count of his blood cells every week

And he's fighting for his life, he can't help feeling weak

But that's ironic 'cause little homie's stronger than me

I feel so ashamed, homie, like how can I be ungrateful?

How can I wake up every morning and not say thank you?

How can I question God in my music knowing damn well that

Everything I have he blessed me with, homie is so disgraceful

Three years old, little homie is three years old, fighting in this world so cold

See, I'll never know his pain or what it's like in his shoes

But, little homie, know we fighting for you

I wish, I wish there was something that I could do

If my wings weren't broken I'd take him, give him to you

'Cause he an angel in my eyes, but the devil is tryna grasp 'em

I haven't prayed in months, but I called for God and I asked him

Why is it the strongest ones got it the hardest?

Why to be successful, God, you gotta be heartless?

Why kids losing their life before they know what life is?

I just ask that you to watch over this kids

Why is it the strongest ones got it the hardest?

Why to be successful, God, you gotta be heartless?

Why kids losing their life before they know what life is?

I just ask that you to watch over this kids, yours truly