I wanna find a state of mind where life tastes like a Henny sip
A state of being that molds together all of the places where I've been
A state of thinking where every thought isn't a sin
Where my mind's not always on the grind where I'm not always thinking of a win
Sometimes I wanna lose
Lose a couple of dollars just to say I paid my dues
Some people's friends get shot just so they can say someone shot at their crews
So they trade in their people's souls for a platinum plaque and some jewels
But when I mention a deceased friend please know that it's true
I love you Telly only the Lord knows how much I do
I walked a country mile wit Dez heard he got shot in the head down south they say he got his issue
And here I am in California avoiding quickshots
Avoiding yellow tape and white chalk the victims of the block
But then again, me and the block seem to be one in the same
Wearing my silver where people get killed over their chain
Staying anonymous because where I was at people were getting killed over their fame
Had conversations with killers and children of the game
Twenty deaths in twenty days, living in a marijuana haze
Feeling too far from the craze til' that faithful day.....
I watched bullets fly through the house that housed a little four year old
A few sixteen year olds all of the babies whose stories would never be told
I watched my friend dove to he ground looking for a safe haven
The bullets ripping through the sheet rock making the sound of fireworks pop
My homie was hit once my friend was hit with three
And in a crazy thought, I knew one of those three were meant for me
If I hadn't been playing with Lady Luck, I would've been hitting on that same black
On that same block......
I'm not sure if I would've survived
But I am sure that tears would've fled from Michelle's eyes
Jessica would've cried, Nique would've shot bullets in the air
Even if she would've hit a dove, I doubt she would've cared
The Martin family would've lit up blunt in memory of me
The Golden Child with a potential who didn't live to see
R.I.P Me
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