Up early in the morning, dressed in black
Dont ask why? Cause Im down in a suit and tie
They killed a homie that I went to school with (Damn!)
I tell ya life aint shit to fool with
I still hear the screams of his mother
While my nigga laid dead in the gutter (Shit!)
And its getting to my temple
Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo?
It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed-in
And have some bodies hauled in
But no, I pay my respects and Im through (whaddup Cube?)
Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear or two
And I wanna get blitz
Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce
About a brother who had to be the one and only
So I dedicate this to my dead homiez...
Another homie got murdered on a shakedown
And his mother is at the funeral, havin a nervous breakdown
Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted
A framed picture and a closed casket
A single file line about 50 cars long
All drivin slow with they lights on
He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath
What good is that when youre six feet deep?
I look at that shit and gotta think to myself
And thank God for my health
Cause nobody really ever know
When its gonna be they family on the front row
So I take everything slow, go with the flow
And shut my motherfuckin mouth if I dont know (Word!)
Cause thats what Pops told me
But I wish he could have said it...to my dead homiez
I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun
Now its "Rest in Peace" after every one
Except me, but I aint the one to front
Seems like Im viewin a body after every month
Plus, I knew him when he was yea big
Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig
But somethin aint right
When its a tragedy, thats the only time that the familys tight
Lovin each other in a caring mood
Theres lots of people and lots of food
They say "Be Strong" and youre tryin
But how strong can you be when you see your Pops cryin?
So thats why Ice Cubes dressed up
Because the city is so fuckin messed up
And everybody is so phony
Take a little time...to think about your dead homiez.
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