This song is dedicated to all the brothers and

Sisters who lost their lives due to senseless violence

Rest in peace

Let me tell you three stories about death all occurring in Richmond

Three lives lost, all affected me differently

I'm not a stranger to murder scenes, that's how it be

But the older I get, the more I feel the misery

The first story that popped in my head is Way Out

But to his family, his name was Waleed Elahi

A block hugger, a Muslim brother, a miss to killers

Gave up all his free time coaching the Richmond Steelers

Children look to him for guidance, he found a way to provide it

Right around the manor, a place known for murder and violence

They tried to change the name to Monterey Primes

But that don't change the dead bodies surrounded by white chalk lines

Every time I talked to him, his message was positive

Him and his brother Khalid throwing functions for little kids

See I'mma judge the brother for the life he tried to live

Not the shit he did as a product of this environment

I understand everybody did a little dirt

But in his last days, he tried to put the children first

And at his funeral, I prayed for his soul

And hoped Allah took his spirit to the seven abodes

And they mourn you

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

Thursday, Friday, Saturday

R.I.P., no one's ever prepared

When the streets treat life unfair

Man, they missing you

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

Thursday, Friday, Saturday

R.I.P., may you rest in peace

When your soul and the heavens meet

Man, they missing you

I remember this night so clearly, I think of it everyday

Three in the morning, watching homie die on the freeway

I kneeled down five inches over his bloody face

Trying to help him breathe so we can open his airway

His brother lying next to him, holding his hand

Hoping the ambulance would come in time to give him a fighting chance

We right there on the 80 off of Carlson, he dying, it's hella cold

And 911 got me on hold

The clock's ticking, the brother's getting hysterical

It's hard to be supportive when situations is terrible

I'm talking to the one that's living, pray for your brother

Hold close to your heart the good times y'all had with each other

Now I'm talking to the one that's dying, begging him to keep trying

Begging him to try to breathe, begging homie not to leave

The ambulance finally came as he died at my feet

And all they did was cover homie with a white sheet

And they mourn you

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

Thursday, Friday, Saturday

R.I.P., no one's ever prepared

When the streets treat life unfair

Man, they missing you

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

Thursday, Friday, Saturday

R.I.P., may you rest in peace

When your soul and the heavens meet

Man, they missing you

Now if the heart had a wick like a candle and the flame is the light

A parent loses their fire when their child's life expires

And I see the flame fizzle every day

In the face of a mourning mother just wishing to hold her murdered son

She raised her boy into a man in the land of lawless

Taught him everything she could, everything she understood

This is the physical death of the flesh, yes

But let's remember the parent left staring at her only born

I watch her every day, she tries to smile and carry on

But damn it, her son's gone, pictures are never enough

A picture can't transform the warmth of a loving hug

All it does is remind us of how it once was

Cowards kill and run, fuck had the balls to stay

To look that mother in the face and tell her why you took away

The one person that made her smile, her only child

Her only son, the one person that she really loved

And they mourn you

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

Thursday, Friday, Saturday

R.I.P., no one's ever prepared

When the streets treat life unfair

Man, they missing you

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

Thursday, Friday, Saturday

R.I.P., may you rest in peace

When your soul and the heavens meet

Man, they missing you

A real man values life and all the lives around him

And that's somebody's son, somebody's brother

Somebody's father, somebody's something

And you took they life away

For what?

For a fucking name or something?

Man, they missing you

Rest in peace

All the brothers and sisters that lost their lives in the streets