He was the son of a dope man,
What he saw was what he learned.
He left school, now it's finally his turn
To rob and steal, but he feels he needs to stop and chill.
Cuz deep in his heart he knows that God is real.
Mama still tries to open his eyes
Cuz the way a man lives is the way a man dies.
His father's doing 25 to life,
Cuz the love of money cuts like a knife.
Blinding lights, he doesn't know which way to go...
His best friend just got killed 2 days ago.
He writes his dad the first letter that he ever wrote,
A little note, about how bad his heart was broke.
Before the mail could even reach his jail cell,
The boy was murdered at a neighborhood hotel
Selling wholesale, just like his pop taught him,
Rock bottom,
A motherfucking cop shot him.
>>He always did remember you.
He always did have love for you.
A taste of life, and now you're gone.
You've found a life in the Land of the Lost.

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