Here But I'm Gone

(Hook)

How can I get so far gone

When can I move on

Dreading a world that'll never go on

If I took the time replace

Only mine erased

'Cause I feel as if I'm here but I'm gone

(Mr. Doctor)

I heard a lil' tale about to children sittin on the kitchen floor

They eatin mayonaise out the jar and they moms out smokin dope on the stroll

Man, you believe this

Life is complete for them

And it ain't no emotions, only instinct

And that's how they'll be raised by the streets

A boy and a girl

Just up the boulevard from your world

Oh it ain't all gravy where you at

'Cause that's where he gon' go to jack

Catch his first case at, become a disgrace at

But not in this world up the boulevard

I'ma see to hit that liquor, starts so easily

The difference people in my life are dyin and I see this

My question is, to what lengths do we go so that they live

'Cause I'ma reach this

My locc's mean everythang to me, life is an odysea

But sometimes, you don't step up and take the reigns

Man, the world'll play you cheap, should I ride

(Hook)

(Slim Loc)

I'm picturin kids cryin, a head firin up dope over the stove

Family car gettin repot because they couldn't cover the note

Nobody knows what's to eat because there's no groceries

And the baby suffers from a rash 'cause he hasn't been changed in over a week

The oldest keeps things together, by scramblin up some powdered eggs

She's only 5, so why her mom can't keep them pimps from out her face

How could they rape in that arrestin

The mother won't admit, but she's molested, diseased and infested

With wing worms, both of her legs covered with ring burns

She cleans up, but whoever heard of some clean germs

I seen the, hurt in her mama's eyes, she tramatized

Been beat up, ever since her father died, no harmonize

(Hook)

(Mr. Doctor)

It's hard for me to talk about the good things in my life

With all the things I did for stripes

And the way I made my gramps and my mama cry

This life is real, and I ain't got time to care about you

Just sell smack to you, and sell crack to you, and sell a sack to you

Never give back to you, unless you know me and you owe me

And never worry about your dreams, that's you the bigga the lil' homie

Here to corrupt you for sho', like my pops did and he did it wrong

Now he lost everything he owned and he lost everyone he knows

Here to corrupt you fo' sho'

Like a ??? showin you the ropes

And introduce you to all kinds of good stuff like alcohol and weed smoke

And dice games, take you to places you may die

And the whole time we rollin, I'ma say, man, this the real way to survive

Understand this

(Hook)