FOR A HOMIE THAT PASSED
You shot yourself that's what the police said
sometimes I sit and think about the lies we were fed
you had a .22 yet you caught a .38 slug to the head
some fucced up shit another young homie dead
I did my best to raise your kid in your absence
but I got hooked on the drugs weed became my passion
so long to those days runnin amucc blastin
me alone to face my fears chased down them bitches that caused my tears
I gave em lead, from heaven you lent your ears
spared again
I fight the grain
suicidal thoughts runnin through my brain
wish so much shit could have changed, still the truth of the matter it remains
did my dirt to pave my way
tired of hearing people claim fucc the fame
cause I'll take it if it comes my way
but I stay me all the same, I miss you Locc, for you many days I blazed
rocced the candy, then smoked the flame
told I was just like you down to the cross and chain
you'd have been my boy had you not been slain....
RIP 3 YEARS
GOTTA STEP UP MY GAME
R.I.P. ROBERT MANSOURE
FUCC THE POLICE...
FOREVER
sometimes I sit and think about the lies we were fed
you had a .22 yet you caught a .38 slug to the head
some fucced up shit another young homie dead
I did my best to raise your kid in your absence
but I got hooked on the drugs weed became my passion
so long to those days runnin amucc blastin
me alone to face my fears chased down them bitches that caused my tears
I gave em lead, from heaven you lent your ears
spared again
I fight the grain
suicidal thoughts runnin through my brain
wish so much shit could have changed, still the truth of the matter it remains
did my dirt to pave my way
tired of hearing people claim fucc the fame
cause I'll take it if it comes my way
but I stay me all the same, I miss you Locc, for you many days I blazed
rocced the candy, then smoked the flame
told I was just like you down to the cross and chain
you'd have been my boy had you not been slain....
RIP 3 YEARS
GOTTA STEP UP MY GAME
R.I.P. ROBERT MANSOURE
FUCC THE POLICE...
FOREVER
