Dear homie,
what's the haps sent you up in the sky?
With God by your side?
Homie, what's it like?
I know you're being treated right.
No more worries, plus you're being heard, G.
I guess your little nigga's still trippin'.
I don't know why they see future in it.
We're headed for self-destruction.
Cuz my young niggas can't function.
Only thing I can do is pray,
and thank God for another day.
This, homie, is rough down here.
I gotta watch my back,
cuz it's hard being black.
If it ain't the other, it's my own color.
Tryin' to work me, tryin' to hurt me.
Ain't no L-O-V-E.
Please tell me why, dear homie.
Dear homie.
Dear homie, gangbanging ain't no joke.
And I'm looking over your load.
You always knew there was fools out to get me.
I didn't even hear the gunshots till after the slugs hit me.
I grabbed for my chest and my neck, hoping.
When my head hit the ground,
my skull busted open.
You used to ask for my advice.
But dear homie, dying ain't nothing nice.
And the place I'm at is overpacked
with young blacks from cash, crack, and gas.
I can only pray you don't come this way.
You gotta stay alive.
You gotta care, G.
I feel your partner, but I worry a lot.
Cuz to get paid back, you bust shots.
I know you're trying to comfort me,
but I don't want no company, homie.
Dear homie.
I don't want no company, homie.
Dear homie.
Dear homie, even though you're gone,
I still feel your presence.
Sometimes I can't sleep,
cuz I just can't see reality
like it really should be seen.
I still reminisce on how we used to kick it.
Strolling the yard, just hanging out together.
Down for whatever, whenever.
Now I'm hoping you're seeing a true friend of me.
Cuz roadbogs is what we were meant to be.
Dear homie, you used to call me O.G.
Now you really gotta look up to me.
Cuz the place I'm at is way high in the sky.
I didn't wanna die.
But the life I lived was just too reckless.
Too many bad marks on God's checklist.
And
many,
many brothers will go out just trying
to get the hardcore street clout.
But a street
rep's final test is when you're lying in a
coffin with your hands folded on your chest.
And then you hear the girls cry.
And then you hear the brothers lie.
Talking about how
down you was.
And then the next week, they back on the street.
They cold forgot you,
cuz don't wanna see you on your back.
So for me,
stay sucker free,
cuz you don't need that,
homie.
Dear homie.
Dear homie.
You know I miss you, homie.