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It's 'The Gift and the
First they love me then they hate me then they me again
(They me again)
Let's take a trip down, I

Let's take a trip down memory, lane at the cemetery rain gray
Seems at the end of every young black life is this
'Damn, him such a good kid, got us pourin' Henn' already
Liquor to the curb for my niggaz up when it
Cracks through the pavement my
Way of love so, give Big a hug, tell Aliyah I said hi
'Til the next I see her, on the other side he was just some thug that
Caught slugs and we loved him 'cause, in him we, saw some of us

He like us, talked like us his back against the wall
Nigga fought like us, damn poor Isis, that's his momma
Momma ain't strong to raise no boy, what's his father name?
never knew him, though he had his blood in him hot temper
Momma said he act just like her husband daddy never with him
So the streets raised him Isis blamin'
She wish she coulda saved him damn near
Only men can men he was his own man

Not even him can save him he put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his
But you live by the gun you die by the same fate end up
Dead before thirty-eight and that's the of us raised by winter
It's a cold world old girl turned to coke, to smoke her pain away
Isis, life just, ended on that rainy day when she got the her boy
could be viewed down at the City Morgue, opened the drawer
Saw him nude her addiction grew, drugs, shift and brew
Angel dust, dipped in she slipped into, her own fantasy

Had herself by a different dude but reality bites and
This is her life he really her husband, though he called her wife
It was just this night when, moon was full and the stars were just
And the dress was tight had her soundin' like Lisa Lisa
I wonder if I take you home will you still me after this night?
Mike was the hard head from the the way
she wanted all her life shit she wanted all the hype
Used to hold on tight he wheelied on the bike

He was a Willie all her life he wasn't the one to like it was a
Dude named Shy who would treat her right he wanted to run
To the country to the city life but Isis, liked this, Broadway life
She loved the sneakers, the red green and whites
Hangin' out the window she first seen him fight she was so turned
On that she had to shower how ironic it would, be some fight that
Turned a homicide that'll alter their life see Mike at thirty-two
Was still on the scene had a son fifteen that he saw twice

Sure he saw him as an infant, but he dissed on him
"If that was my son, he would look much see I'm light-skinned
And that there's dark so it's, mommas baby, poppa's maybe"
Mike was still crazy out there runnin' the
(Fuck want?)
Had his old reliable thirty-eight gun in his reach it's
Fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speak he around
Like life's a peach, 'til one day he approached thug that

Had a mean mug and it looked so that he called him
"Young Cuz" told him, get off the strip but the boy budge
(Fuck you)
he pulled out a newer thirty-eight snub
He clearly had the but the boy just paused
(Hold up)
There was somethin' in this man's face he he seen before
It's like, lookin' in the mirror seein' his self mature

And he took it as a from the almighty Lord
You know what they say he who hesitates in war
(What's that?)
He who is lost he can't explain what he saw before
His picture went blank the old man didn't he just
his instinct six shots into his kid, out of the gun
Niggaz be a father, you're killin' your son six into his kid
Out of the gun niggaz be a father, you killin' sons

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