There's far too many of you
June, 28 was the 38 Till the chest mommy dear's cryin' at the wake And dressed up in black suits Goin' to pay their last to the black troop
Why'd he have to die is the question we're under But everyone knows that a different number So when time comes, just remember G You'll always have a place in this as a memory
Especially my boys who passed away in '92 Best believe all the boys in the hoods got love for you Wherever we go, wherever we be, we be Of how we hung in the clubs and drinkin'
Never out on a hood fight 'Cause everyday back in the hood we had a good Everything is changed and people are lonely It's gonna be strange spendin' New eve without your homie
But much that we can do Except brew throughout the crew To make we all remember you And believe me it To see the boy you broke with six feet in the dirt, dirt
There's far too of you dying There's far too of you dying
Another homie got but it's no surprise Everybody's trippin' 'cause the boy was too to die A sad sight to see my homie take his last Everybody's 'cause they can't accept my homie's death
killin' was reported on the evenin' news Somebody's got killed behind a pair a shoes In the midst of all this I think about myself Wonderin' when somebody's gonna try to me off the shelf
But I refuse to be violent casualty So when I'm rollin', I pack my pistol beside my knee 'Cause on the city streets a brother jus' can't win
When the you think are your friends Really ain't your friends, uh and bush wick sleep When everybody aroun' me keeps fallin' six deep
There's far too many of you There's far too of you dying
The pain deep inside of everybody grows As they approach to see the body before the close The person standin' next to me has the flip I seen the casket closed I knew that that was it
The whole family spoke on his defense The choir sung the songs make us reminisce And durin' all the singing I down myself I looked and seen the family that my partner left
And then the broke into it's final song Thinkin' to the worst is yet to come Everyone was headed for the final As we creeped along the on the burial sight
The director said his words and was not a sound As they lower my little partner inside the ground Everybody dropped flowers on the coffin top And then they work alone with the concrete block and deep
far too many of you dying There's far too of you dying
A lotta die, a lotta mothers cry I tears fall down from their eyes Everybody to go to Heaven But nobody to take the chance They the music so they had to dance
tell 'em nothin' was a player, had ta have it Got up in the game now ma boy's in the casket And everybody's lookin' for else to blame Ashamed to let his mother know he was in a gang
We used to kick it on the Ave at Comin' up tryin' to have the finer things in But now my boys gone, I wish he was at I wish he a never fell victim to the clone
So when I drink a brew for you, I some on the block, son You be gone but you damn sure ain't forgotten So on remember or wherever Dead or alive real partners come together, and you that
There's far too many of you There's far too many of you