Don't you remember you told me you loved me You you'd be coming back this way again Baby baby baby baby ohhh I love you, yeah, I do This is from Saigon, the Yardfather alright, it's alright I know my is overdue, they 'bout 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 a letter dedicated to God First I'll thank him, without him I'da never it this far But it's hard tryin to think of why he not involved It's a 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 gon' receive a reward For all the and pain and misery we endure? Just Trans-Atlantic slave trade, the AIDS, the crack When are we ever get paid back? PS: write your boy S to the A And tell Luther we got a joint we gave that stays on {"Don't you you told me you loved me baby?"} When you told me you loved me (that's what you told me, it?) {"You said you'd be back this way again"} (You said you, you, you you, you said that you was comin back) I'm back {"Baby baby baby ohhh baby"} You me you was comin back, that 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 leavin you again It's alright, it's They lockin ties, the neighborhood flood the ghetto with My only 21, he too young for two strikes But if he catch another felony he gonna do life, that ain't I a letter dedicated to our Father who art in Heaven, brothers 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 officers us yup lock us in for dirty pee in a cup Ayo I know you love us Lord, but please show people a sign To a society to through design Them A-T-Liens to the track Up top, we call it the block, not most of the crackers live that C'mon Lord, you don't see nothin the with that? Hit me back, I think me and you to chat To all the ladies havin babies on own niggas ain't shit ma, for real yo? You better off alone If he smart enough to know why he should stay Then could he possibly teach his seed anyway? You gotta like you never grind Even if it mean you gotta shake your never mind, I know I 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 That'll get y'all the hard times, the pain and the stress combined Raise your seed, you don't no man Especially one that need to be That brother he righteous cause don't eat no hand But he keep plans of fuckin with kilograms Girlfriend, you know 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 abandoned in any sense of the Then you part of this Abandoned Gotta take it for it's worth, right God love us young brothers, right To all my brothers on lockdown, the Abandoned Nation