āYesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
He was sobbinā, he was mobbinā, way belligerent and drunk
Talkinā out his head, philosphinā on what the Lord had done
He said: āK-Dot, can you pray for me?
Itās been a fucked up day for me
I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome.ā
He was lookinā for some closure
Hopinā I could bring him closer
To the spiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him
āI canāt sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettinā killed.ā
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
Iāll wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block
Iāll catch a nigga leavinā service if thatās all I got
Iāll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, āBitch, I did that!ā
Aināt no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward
I canāt even keep the peace, donāt you fuck with one of ours
It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial
Let somebody touch my mama
Touch my sister, touch my woman
Touch my daddy, touch my niece
Touch my nephew, touch my brother
You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Matter fact, Iām ābout to speak at this convention
Call you backāā
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