i lost another homie and all he ever wanted.was to make a name. well he got his name now damn shame that took putting him into the grave fighting over the same dirt that we done came out beefing over spots until someone pulled it out and let that thang sang and rang out he aired it out. now his body's falling out I heard his momma scream and shout we was just some little kids both of us born into poverty surviving the drought avoiding the clout tell the people I fell in to deep. and I can't find my way out. ducking and dodging all these bullets. I watch'em when they spray out when I go out to play all I see is narcotics and gun play no politicians come around my way he was riding high and flossing on Monday I be broke, dead or in jail by Friday that's the kind of things I see where I stay take that money and run hit the liq on Tuesday and then I hit the highway top down smoke in the air cus I live and die my way and this life ain't Fair get twisted pop the top on the champagne