Don't you remember you me you loved me baby? You said you'd be coming back this way Baby baby baby ohhh baby I you, yeah, I really do This is from Saigon, the Yardfather It's alright, alright I know my rent is overdue, they 'bout to shut off my And if I get a job, too late, you're too right do what I gotta do to get this loot up tonight It's alright, I write a letter to God First I'll thank him, him I'da never made it this far But it's tryin to think of why he not gettin involved It's a with 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 ever gon' a reward For all the sufferin and pain and we endure? Just like Trans-Atlantic trade, the AIDS, the crack are we ever gon' get paid back? PS: write boy S to the A back And tell Luther we got a joint we gave stays on playback {"Don't you you told me you loved me baby?"} When you told me you loved me (that's you told me, ain't it?) {"You said you'd be back this way again"} (You said you, you, you said you, you that you was comin back) I'm back {"Baby baby baby ohhh baby"} You told me you was comin back, that I would see you but you never told me {"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 leavin you again It's alright, it's They lockin ties, the flood the ghetto with white My only 21, he too young for two strikes But if he another felony he gonna do life, that ain't right I a letter dedicated to our Father who art in Heaven, brothers call him Allah And they all to think of why he not gettin involved America is bombin them for no at all Gas prices us up, parole officers cheatin us yup They us in for dirty pee in a cup Ayo I know you love us Lord, but please show black people a 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 live that C'mon Lord, you don't see the matter with that? Hit me back, I think me and you need to To all the ladies babies on they own These niggas ain't shit ma, for real yo? You better off If he ain't smart to know why he should stay Then what could he possibly his seed anyway? You grind like you never grind Even if it mean you shake your never mind, I know I read your mind You gotta do you gotta, get it together ma A ain't temporary, that shit's forever ma A love is the freshest kind That'll get y'all the hard times, the pain and the stress combined Raise seed, you don't need no man one that need to be de-programmed That brother think he righteous cause eat no hand But he keep plans of fuckin some kilograms Girlfriend, you know what doin, the time is right You your lil' one that it's alright For real, keep head up I dedicate song, to the whole Abandoned Nation If you've been abandoned in any sense of the Then you of this Abandoned Nation Gotta take it for what it's worth, God love us young brothers, that's To all my brothers on lockdown, the whole Nation