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Man, on a normal occasionI'd tell you to roll something upPo some'ing up, but I ain't feeling that wayEverytime I turn around, another funeralAnother away man, how much can we take feel thisI'm riding one deep with my gun, naw I ain't having funWondering how to break the news, to my partna lil' sonHis daddy probably the saw the angels, death he couldn't stop itBut God, why'd you have to take my dog Todd ProphetAlready lost Mello, now who gon be nextThink I'm feeling safe fake ass rappers, having plexWho you playing with, don't take your life for grantedSo many good people, seem to be the victims on the planetCan't understand it, now which religion talking noiseThem Catholic priests, be touching on lil' boysCan't trust your homeboys, you drop em off at homeHe call his partna on the phone, they done broke in your homeNow what's wrong, said the Lord people dying too oftenWith no health or no insurance, can't afford no coffinSo today no flossing, another wake at eight o'clockJam Master Jay wasn't a gangsta, but he still got shot what's upMy partna use to be a baller but(Now he's gone, ah-oh)And all I can tell his son, isSongtexte(Try to hold on, ah-oh)Yeah she use to be a star, but(Now she's gone, ah-oooh)Hey mama, they thought your son wouldn't make it but(I stayed strong, ah-oooh)Now lil' Tamika up the street, wanted a baller real badOnly 16, but already giving up the assYou got cash you could smash, you don't have to askShe needed money for clothes, so she stayed skipping classCatch her flipping in a Jag, or flipping in the LexLaughing at the nerdy chicks, who believed in safe sexShe had one baby, had twins then anotherNow didn't slow at 18, all living with her motherSteady bouncing out of town, rent-a-cars with crackMissing her kids birthday, what kind of mother is thatThe ass started getting flat, without using MetabolifeWhole neighborhood wondering, if Tamika on the pipeStrip clubs late at night, with bags under her eyesHad the flu for three months, feeling like she bout to dieBoyfriends disappeared, and so did the queenHIV in her bloodstream, girl died ay 19 damnNow Lord I know, I'm in the valley of deathAnd can't no man predict, how many days he got leftUse to run the street, with some devilish ass demonsHigh on dust not giving a fuck, smoking wet steady schemingHad to change my ways, and go another routeNow I use the studio, to let my pain outNo more chasing dreams, gotta make it on my ownCan't be waiting on the next man, gotta get my hustle onNow in case you ain't know this, playboy I'm focusedOnly got one chance, no way in hell I can blow thisTurn my last five dollas, into a quarter millionBut money can't change, the fucking pain that I'm feelingFrom Chris, Paul to Tremain, who else gon goThey even killed Romeo, from the Steve Harvey showSaid I'd be dead in a year, that was two years agoThank the Lord I'm still here, hope I live to see mo' let's rollNow he's gone-gone, (now he's gone)But I'ma hold on, (try to hold on)Oh she's gone, (now she's gone)But I'ma stay strong, (I stayed strong)Now you gone-gone, (now he's gone)But I-but I-will hold on, (try to hold on)Whoooh mama gone, (now she's gone)But I will stay strong, (I stayed strong)Ooooh my partna's gone, (now he's gone)I'ma hold on, (try to hold on)Whooooa mama's gone-gone-gone, (now she's gone)I will stay strong, (I stayed strong) whoa Aus Songtexte Mania