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yeah, these r my words to my firstborn

u know what time it is

these r my words to my firstborn

nothin left to give



verse 1



now can ya picture young niggaz in a rush to grow

to old timers in the pen had to crush his throat

probably never even saw it comin

too busy bullshittin, caught him wit his mouth runnin

ain`t this a bitch they got me twisted in this game

the feds and the punk police pointin pistols at my brain

i wonder if i`m wrong cause i`m thugged out

my homies murdered execution style runnin out the drug house

what was supposed to be a easy hit

now things r changed cause niggaz died over bullshit

inside my dreams i`m seein pictures of a broken man

no witnesses only questions of who smoked the man

young adolescents in our prime livin a life of crime

though it ain`t logical we hobblin through these tryin times

livin blind Lord help me with my troubled soul

why all my homies had to die before they got to grow

and right before i put my head on the pillow say a prayer

one love to the thugs in heaven i`ll see ya there

it`s written for the young and dumb that wasn`t born

help ya make it through the storm

my words to my firstborn, feel me



my words to my firstborn

my words to my firstborn



since my very first day on this earth i was cursed

so i knew that the birth of a child would make my life worse

and though it hurt me there was no distortion

cause wild seeds can`t grow we need more abortions

quiet ya soul, cause ya know what ya had to do

and so did victims of a world they never came to

i understand it`s a better day comin

sometimes catch me sleepin on a dead end drivin with the car runnin

blinded -acap