When I'm Gone

Let Us Pray, Heavenly Father Here A Nigga Down Here

I See Mothers In Black Cryin' Brothers Who Packs Dime's Plus Everybody's High To Doped Up To Ask Why. Watching Our Own Downfall Witnessing The End. It's Like We Don't Believe In God Cause We Living In Sin. I Asked My Homie On The Block Why He Strapped He Laughed Pointed His Pistol At The Cop Car Past And Blast.It's Just Another Murder Nobody Morns No More. My Tear Drops Gettin' Bigger But Can't Figure What I'm Cryin' For. In Just A Minuet We Casket Little Babies Victims Of A Stray From Drug Dealers Gone Crazy, Maybe It's Just The Drugs Or Visions Of How The Block Was. Crack Came And It Was Strange How It Rocked Us. Perhaps The Underlying Facts They Hide Explain Genocide, It's When We Ride On Our Own Kind. What Is It We Don't Feel. Reflections In The Mirror. We Can't Escape Fate [Fading Out]

And When I'm Gone, Just Carry On, Don't Mourn