With Love

Yeah, sometimes I think back, way back

To the times I never had shit

Joey had a 9 under his mattress and

He cocked it back and said "I'll take that risk

Being broke dawg, I hate that shit

See, I've been plotting on this bank plus I got the plug to get me inside

But I can't do this shit alone, so is you ready to ride?"

Yeah, my pocket's hurting, hate to see momma working

Wasn't only ready to ride, I was ready to die

He said "tomorrow meet me here, 9AM and don't be late my nigga, 50/50 down the middle that's the rate my nigga,"

I shook his hand as I preceded to walk

My older homie pulled up and said we needed to talk

He said "A couple days ago, man I was bumping your tape

And I don't touch the radio because I just can't relate

You got that real shit, the type of songs people really feel shit." Told me he was proud and took a blunt to the face, and I said

"I feel like this rap shit ain't working, ain't no money coming in

Homie and mom still hurtin', the job ain't certain

Shit I might as well be in a coffin

I feel like my only option is to put that work in

That's on the real, I wanna roll up in a Benz like you

Wanna break bread with my friends and get the mans like you

Put my mothafuckin' city on the map, but first I need me a strap cause there ain't no telling what these kids might do."

That's when he told me:

"Listen little homie you the chosen one, don't ever try to be like these niggas cause they're the broken ones

Your music helps me to cope with the loss of my oldest son

And it's crazy cause you younger than me but I see your soul's become

Wiser than any man I've ever met before

When I listen to your music, P, I think of heaven more

And that's hard cause we in hell and I'm at the devil's door

And just because we take a shot don't mean we always get the score

And I said "damn I never thought about it like that, but sometimes praying ain't enough, we gotta' fight back."

He told me "I'd do anything to have a normal life back, my homie doing life and I'm the only one that writes back,"

He said "Time is all we got, it ain't enough to go around

But if you wanna make this work you got to slow it down

But little did he know he saved my life that day

Cause Joey always lived by the gun but he died that way

This dude that listens to my music, his nephew is in the hospital

Fighting Leukemia and doing everything possible

Just to stay alive, I seen his picture, wanted to cry

And that shit got me choked up, and sometimes I feel so responsible

I'm worried about my album and what it sells in a week

While he's worried about the count of his blood cells every week

And he's fighting for his life, he can't help feeling weak

But that's ironic cause little homie is stronger than me

I feel so ashamed homie, like how can I be ungrateful?

How can I wake up every morning and not say "thank you,"

How can I question God in my music knowing damn well that everything I have he blessed me with, homie it's so disgraceful

3 years old, little homie is 3 years old, fighting in this world, so cold

See, I'll never know his pain or what it's like in his shoes

But little homie know we fighting for you

I wish, I wish there was something that I could do

If my wings weren't broken I'd take em', give him to you

Cause he an angel in my eyes but the devil is trynna' grasp him

I haven't prayed in months but I called for God and I asked him

"Why is the strongest ones that got it the hardest?

Why to be successful, God, you gotta' be heartless?

Why kids losing their life before they know what life is?

I just ask you to watch over these kids"

"Why is the strongest ones that got it the hardest?

Why to be successful, God, you gotta' be heartless?

Why kids losing their life before they know what life is?

I just ask you to watch over this kids"

Yours truly