Intro) Tell me why did take Al B They Baby, Tyre They Lil Chilla, my Mike and Corika the dying and Koreme Tell me why did they Al B, Al B Lil Chilla, my Mike, and They're the dying and So heavenly father what are you to tell me I guess I better bail up out game And whatever they call me a little ole' wee A fin to get up out these streets Cause ain't a thang good happening for me It seems I'ma be the one to go, oh no I'm out of everything told me God's got his hands on you
(Chorus - 2x) There was angel, whoa oh oh oh There was angel, and it won't let me go
[Darkside Lo] I cry in my ? me the tissue They say I got And I reply, I put my on the line for mines And that's my damn mission When D. Ski died, piece of mind was hard to D. Ski we miss you, sweeped roadies From heaven down on me As I these scriptures, and I'll be fine I had a lot of hell in me we took them pictures, and even worse Brothers and started hating on me After we took them bitches, then you get to take em first Brothers and sisters started on me To represent for a hood, never produce us nothing good and killas out here waiting on me To retrieve my goods and me stinking in a back wood Heavenly father have on me, in these struggling times To tell the truth, it's so hard to be righteous and let my light shine
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[Darkside Ballaz: This got me pissed off, we use to be like rollies But now 2000, the motherfuckers don't even know me If I'm right, pass me cause they up a hand now to em everytime I get the trash now Either get put up on it, and coming up strong We knew right wrong, but still we stayed away from home Over on Konkress, kicking at the park with A blessed up niggas that's with me to your dark with We'll again, I put this on a fiend If it's possible they end up cause we gone again on this dro ain't the same no mo' Drinking on this shit just ain't the same no mo' Oh, my lost his life, at an early age And I cry to this day, wishing that he of stayed the cards that he was dealt, records gone when it's dark But my nigga roll in death, as the gauge exploded on the And just like Pac, I'ma paint a point of picture, kick it you Grab some tissue, wipe my eyes cause I you God bless my niggas, I you still here with us niggas I could feel you, I could see you everytime I look in the mirror And not a word can hear you, cause I'm these words clearer You are my angel, and my nigga, the drive-by to the trigga Chi worldwide, whoever on any side
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