Don't you remember you told me you loved me You said you'd be coming this way again Baby baby baby ohhh baby I love you, yeah, I do This letter is Saigon, the Yardfather alright, it's alright I know my rent is overdue, they to shut off my light And even if I get a job, too late, too right 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 I'da made it this far But it's hard tryin to think of why he not gettin It's a lady a newborn baby livin in the car The is beatin us up, the hurricane is eatin us up Katrina flood water was deep as a Dear Lord, are we gon' receive a reward For all the sufferin and pain and misery we Just like slave trade, the AIDS, the crack When are we ever get paid back? PS: write boy S to the A back And tell 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 you told me, ain't it?) {"You you'd be coming back this way again"} (You said you, you, you said you, you that you was comin back) I'm back {"Baby baby baby baby baby"} You told me you was comin back, I would see you but you never told me when {"I love you, yeah, I do"} I want you here to guide me by my so it doesn't have to be in vain So never leavin you It's alright, it's They lockin ties, the neighborhood flood the ghetto white My nigga only 21, he too for two strikes But if he catch felony he gonna do life, that ain't right I write a dedicated to our Father who art in Heaven, Muslim brothers him Allah And they all tryin to of why he not gettin involved America is bombin for no reason at all Gas prices eatin us up, parole officers us yup They us in for dirty pee in a cup Ayo I know you us Lord, but please 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 see nothin the matter with that? Hit me back, I think me and you need to To all the ladies havin on they own These niggas ain't ma, for real yo? You better off alone If he ain't enough to know why he should stay Then what could he possibly teach his anyway? You gotta grind like you never Even if it mean you gotta shake 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 love is the kind get y'all through 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 think he righteous cause don't eat no hand But he plans of fuckin with some kilograms Girlfriend, you know what you're doin, the time is You tell your lil' one that it's For real, keep your up I dedicate this song, to the whole Abandoned If you've abandoned in any sense of the word Then you of this Abandoned Nation take it for what it's worth, right God love us brothers, that's right To all my on lockdown, the whole Abandoned Nation