Don't Understand

His eyes bloodshot red

I watched him as he took a fifth

Of henny to the head in memory of his brother

Reminiscing on them playing sega with each other

He was hurting, I could see it, plenty tears, no kleenex

I stood by his side because that was my homie

Gave him a hug, some of his brother blood got on me

Clenching his fists on some angry shit

Stood up, sat back down on the curb

And asked me who they be hanging with

I wasn't sure so I gave him no answer

But I was sure that he had him a blammer and wanted war

Revenge, what do say to a good friend

That just lost it and grabbing choppers out the closet?

I tried my best to make him renege, but he was like my nig'

This feeling is more than personal

I stood down, he hopped in a hour-door honda accord

Before he bent the block he said k. Dot, you wouldn't understand

These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes

Not by choice, but forced to be a menace

Can someone just pray for me, or war

(Or at least, try to understand) the city pressure

The ak-47, twin mac-11s

The desert eagle, shotty and the smith & wessons

Pray for me, or war

Corners become monuments for the dead

Candles on the pavement, postcard read

Rest in peace, the yellow tape blocking off the streets

A baby momma yelling at the police

But you don't understand, you figure

That we're just a bunch of niggas

But the picture is a story untold

See this wasn't in our plans

Babies from the late eighties

Wasn't born crazy, we was raised that way

Put that malcolm x book down, then raised that k

Complete chaos when we off x pills and st. Ides

Look the devil in the face from a saint eye

Cast a 'spell' on you like akeelah and the bee

Every killer in the street is a teen with a corrupted, mind

Substance, time is no longer an issue

We don't have it, so pass the tissue

Then close the casket, kiss the momma when you can

Then tell her you understand, but you don't understand

These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes

Not by choice, but forced to be a menace

Can someone just pray for me, or war

(And hopefully you'll understand) the city pressure

The ak-47, twin mac-11s

The desert eagle, shotty and the smith & wessons

Pray for me, or war

He came back fifteen minutes later

He said, dot I went on one, do me this favor

Dump these guns in a safe place, let nobody see you

This is critical as it gets my nigga, I need you

I said alright, so what happened? Seen a few niggas slipping

And I just started clapping, I didn't care who I was hitting

That's wild shit, but anyway, I got you

I love you my nigga, make sure you hit me up by tomorrow

I woke up the next morning with a cold

Allergies got me sneezing

And wiping my nose when it was leaking

Checked the medicine cabinet, looking for some dayquil

But all I seem was some aspirins, just my luck

I got up, went to rite aid

Hoping that the pharmacy department

Had the right aid, I bought it and left

Walked to the parking lot, that's when I seen the faces of death

Said they was looking for my man with a chopper in their hand

Praying that it would jam, but you don't understand

These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes

Not by choice, but forced to be a menace

Can someone just pray for me, or war

(Now tell me, do you understand?) the city pressure

The ak-47, twin mac-11s (huh?)

The desert eagle, shotty and

The smith & wessons (do you understand?)

Pray for me, or war

It's like, it's a revolving door

That I've been a part of my whole life

Fucked up right?