There's far too of you dying
June, 28 was the 38 the chest plate mommy dear's cryin' at the wake And everybody's up in black suits Goin' to pay their last to the black troop
Why'd he to die is the question that we're under But everyone knows that everyday's a different So when your time comes, remember G You'll always have a place in this as a memory
Especially my who passed away back in '92 believe that all the boys in the hoods got love for you Wherever we go, we be, we be thinkin' Of how we in the clubs smokin' and drinkin'
Never missin' out on a hood everyday back in the hood we had a good fight Everything is and people are lookin' lonely gonna be strange spendin' New Year's eve without your homie
But ain't that we can do pour brew throughout the crew To make we all remember you And me it hurts To see the boy you broke bread six feet in the dirt, dirt
far too many of you dying There's far too of you dying
Another got smoked but it's no surprise Everybody's trippin' the boy was too young to die A sad sight to see my take his last breath Everybody's 'cause they can't accept my homie's death
Another killin' was reported on the evenin' Somebody's got killed behind a pair a shoes In the of all this shit I think about myself Wonderin' when somebody's gonna try to take me off the
But I to be another violent casualty So I'm rollin', I pack my pistol grip beside my knee on the city streets today a brother jus' can't win
When the people you think are friends Really your friends, uh and bush wick can't sleep When aroun' me keeps fallin' six feet 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 Once I seen the casket I knew that that was it
The whole entire family spoke on his The choir sung the songs that us reminisce And durin' all the singing I broke down When I looked and seen the family that my partner
And then the choir broke into it's song to myself the worst is yet to come Everyone was for the final flight As we creeped along the gravel on the burial
The said his words and there was not a sound As they lower my little [Incomprehensible] inside the ground dropped their 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 many of you
A homies die, a lotta mothers cry I watch tears fall from their eyes Everybody wants to go to But nobody wants to take the They chose the music so they had to
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 that he was in a gang
We used to it on the Ave at night up tryin' to have the finer things in life But now my gone, I wish he was at home I he wouldn't a never fell victim to the clone
So when I drink a for you, I pour some on the block, son You might be but you damn sure ain't forgotten So on whenever or wherever or alive real partners come together, and you know that
There's far too many of you far too many of you dying