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