There's far too many of you
June, 28 was the 38 Till the chest plate mommy dear's at the wake And everybody's dressed up in black Goin' to pay their last respects to the black
Why'd he have to die is the that we're under But everyone knows that a different number So when time comes, just remember G You'll always a place in this world 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 hung in the smokin' and drinkin'
missin' out on a hood fight 'Cause everyday back in the hood we had a good Everything is and people are lookin' lonely It's gonna be strange spendin' New Year's eve your homie
But ain't much we can do Except brew throughout the crew To sure we all remember you And believe me it To see the boy you broke bread with six feet in the dirt,
There's far too of you dying There's far too many of you
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 trippin' 'cause they accept my homie's death
Another killin' was reported on the evenin' Somebody's brother got killed a pair a shoes In the midst of all this I think about myself Wonderin' when somebody's gonna try to take me off the
But I refuse to be another casualty So when I'm rollin', I pack my grip beside my knee 'Cause on the city streets today a jus' can't win
When the people you think are your Really ain't friends, uh and bush wick can't sleep When everybody me keeps fallin' six feet deep
far too many of you dying There's far too many of you
The pain deep inside of everybody grows As they to see the body before the casket close The person standin' to me has snapped the flip Once I seen the casket closed I that that was it
The entire family spoke on his defense The choir the songs that make us reminisce And all the singing I broke down myself I looked and seen the family that my partner left
And then the choir broke into it's song Thinkin' to myself the is yet to come Everyone was for the final flight As we creeped along the on the burial sight
The director said his words and was not a sound As they lower my little [Incomprehensible] inside the ground Everybody dropped their on the coffin top And then they work alone with the concrete block and that's
far too many of you dying There's far too of you dying
A lotta die, a lotta mothers cry I watch fall down from their eyes Everybody to go to Heaven But nobody wants to the chance chose the music so they had to dance
Couldn't '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 somebody to blame Ashamed to let his mother know he was in a gang
We to kick it on the Ave at night Comin' up tryin' to have the finer in life But now my gone, I wish he was at home I wish he wouldn't a never fell victim to the
So when I drink a brew for you, I pour on the block, son You might be gone but you damn sure forgotten So on whenever or wherever Dead or alive real partners come together, and you that
There's far too of you dying There's far too many of you