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His eyes bloodshot red I watched him as he took a fifth of Henny to the head in memory of his brother Reminiscing on them playing Sega with each other He was hurting, I can see it, plenty tears, no kleenex I stood by his side because that was my homie Gave him a hug, some of his brother's blood got on me Clinching his fist on some angry shit Stood up, sat back down on the curb and asked me who they be hangin' with I wasn't sure so I gave him no answer But I was sure that he had him a blammer and wanted war Revenge, what do you say to a good friend That just lost it and grabbin' choppers out of the closet I tried my best to make him renig But he was like, my nig this feeling is more than personal I stood down He hopped in a four door, Honda Accord before he Bent the block, he said K Dot "(You wouldn't understand) These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes Not by choice, but forced to be a menace Can someone just pray for me, or war (Or at least, try to understand) the city pressure The AK-47, twin MAC-11s The Desert Eagle, shotty and the Smith & Wessons Pray for me, or war" Songtexte Corners become monuments for the dead Candles on the pavement, postcard read Rest in peace, the yellow tape blockin' off the streets A baby mama yellin at the police But you don't understand You figure that we're just a bunch of niggas but the picture here's a story untold Y' see this wasn't in our plans Babies from the late 80s wasn't born crazy, we was raised that way Put that Malcom X book down then raise that K Complete chaos when we off x pills and St. Ides Look the devil in the face, from a sane eye Cast the spell on you like Akeelah and the Bee Every killer in the street is a teen with a corrupted, mind Substance, time, is no longer an issue We don't have it, so pass the tissue Then close the casket, kiss the momma when you can And tell her you understand, but you don't understand "(You wouldn't understand) These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes Not by choice, but forced to be a menace Can someone just pray for me, or war (Or at least, try to understand) the city pressure The AK-47, twin MAC-11s The Desert Eagle, shotty and the Smith & Wessons Pray for me, or war" He came back fifteen minutes later He said, "Dot, I went on one, do me this favor Dump these guns in a safe place, let nobody see you This as critical as it gets, my nigga I need you" I said alright, so what happened? "Seen a few niggas slippin And I just started clappin, I didn't care who I was hittin" That's wild shit, but anyway I got you I love you nigga make sure you hit me up by tomorrow I woke up the next mornin' with a cold Allergies got me sneezin and wipin' my nose when it was leaking Checked the medicine cabinet, lookin for some Dayquil But all I seen was some Asprin, just my luck I got up, went to Rite Aid Hoping that the pharmacy department had the right aid - I bought it and left Walked to the parking lot, when I see the faces of death Said they was lookin for my man with a chopper in they hand Prayin it would jam, but you don't understand "(You wouldn't understand) These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes Not by choice, but forced to be a menace Can someone just pray for me, or war (Or at least, try to understand) the city pressure The AK-47, twin MAC-11s The Desert Eagle, shotty and the Smith & Wessons Pray for me, or war" Its like a revolving door that i've been a part of my whole life. fucked up right? Aus Songtexte Mania