Don't you remember you me you loved me baby? You said you'd be coming this way again Baby baby baby ohhh baby I you, yeah, I really do This letter is from Saigon, the It's alright, alright I know my rent is overdue, they to shut off my light And even if I get a job, too late, you're too Gotta do what I gotta do to get loot up tonight It's alright, I write a dedicated to God First I'll thank him, without him never made it this far But it's hard tryin to of why he not gettin involved a lady with a newborn baby livin in the car The police is us up, the hurricane is eatin us up flood water was deep as a fuck Dear Lord, are we ever gon' receive a For all the sufferin and and misery we endure? Just like Trans-Atlantic trade, the AIDS, the crack are we ever gon' get paid back? PS: your boy S to the A back And Luther we got a joint we gave that stays on playback {"Don't you remember you told me you me baby?"} When you told me you loved me (that's what you me, ain't it?) {"You said you'd be coming this way again"} (You said you, you, you said you, you said you was comin back) I'm back {"Baby baby baby ohhh baby"} You told me you was comin back, I would see you but you never told me when {"I you, yeah, I really do"} I want you here to guide me by my side so it doesn't have to be in So never leavin you alright, it's alright They lockin ties, the neighborhood the ghetto with white My nigga only 21, he too young for two But if he catch another felony he do life, that ain't right I a letter dedicated to our who art in Heaven, Muslim brothers call him Allah And they all tryin to of why he not gettin involved America is them for no reason at all Gas prices us up, parole officers cheatin us yup They lock us in for pee in a cup Ayo I know you love us Lord, but show black people a sign To a society to lead design Them A-T-Liens adapt to the Up top, we call it the block, when not most of the live that C'mon Lord, you don't see nothin the with that? Hit me back, I me and you need to chat To all the ladies babies on they own These niggas ain't shit ma, for real yo? You better off If he ain't enough to know why he should stay Then what could he possibly teach his seed You gotta grind like you grind Even if it mean you gotta your never mind, I know I read your mind You do what you gotta, get it together ma A baby ain't temporary, that forever ma A mother's is the freshest kind get y'all through the hard times, the pain and the stress combined Raise seed, you don't need no man Especially one that need to be That think he righteous cause don't eat no hand But he plans of fuckin with some kilograms Girlfriend, you what you're doin, the time is right You tell your lil' one that alright For real, keep head up I dedicate this song, to the whole Nation If you've been in any sense of the word you part of this Abandoned Nation Gotta take it for what worth, right God love us young brothers, that's To all my brothers on lockdown, the whole Abandoned