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Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby?

You said you'd be coming back this way again

Baby baby baby baby ohhh baby

I love you, yeah, I really do

[Saigon]

Uhh, it's real

Dear Lord, yeah

This letter is from Saigon, the Yardfather

We fucked up Lord

Will, talk, to 'em

I tell 'em

It's alright, it's alright

I know my rent is overdue, they 'bout to shut off my light

And even if I get a job, too late, you're too right

Gotta do what I gotta do to get this loot up tonight

It's alright, I write a letter dedicated to God

First I'll thank him, without him I'da never made it this far

But it's hard tryin to think of why he not gettin involved

It's a lady with a newborn baby livin in the car

The police is beatin us up, the hurricane is eatin us up

Katrina flood water was deep as a fuck

Dear Lord, are we ever gon' receive a reward

for all the sufferin and pain and misery we endure?

Just like Trans-Atlantic slave trade, the AIDS, the crack

When are we ever gon' get paid back?

PS: write your boy S to the A back

And tell Luther we got a joint we gave that stays on playback

[Chorus]

{"Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby?"}

When you told me you loved me (that's what you told me, ain't it?)

{"You said you'd be coming back this way again"}

(You said you, you, you said you, you said that you was comin back) I'm back

{"Baby baby baby baby ohhh baby"}

You told me you was comin back, that I would see you but you never told me when

{"I love you, yeah, I really do"}

I want you here to guide me by my side so it doesn't have to be in vain

So never leavin you again

It's alright, it's alright

They lockin ties, the neighborhood flood the ghetto with white

My nigga only 21, he too young for two strikes

But if he catch another felony he gonna do life, that ain't right

I write a letter dedicated to our

father who art in Heaven, Muslim brothers call him Allah

And they all tryin to think of why he not gettin involved

America is bombin them for no reason at all

Gas prices eatin us up, parole officers cheatin us yup

They lock us in for dirty pee in a cup

Aiyyo I know you love us Lord, but please show black people a sign

to a society to lead through design

Them A-T-Liens adapt to the track

Up top, we call it the block [?], most of the crackers live that

C'mon Lord, you don't see nothin the matter with that?

Hit me back, I think me and you need to chat

[Chorus]

To all the ladies havin babies on they own

These niggaz ain't shit ma, for real yo? You better off alone

If he ain't smart enough to know why he should stay

then what could he possibly teach his seed anyway?

You gotta grind like you never grind

Even if it mean you gotta shake your never mind, I know I read your mind

You gotta do what you gotta, get it together ma

A baby ain't temporary, that shit's forever ma

A mother's love is the freshest kind

That'll get dark through the hard times, the pain and the stress combined

Raise your seed, you don't need no man

Especially one that need to be de-programmed

That brother think he righteous cause don't eat no hand

But he keep plans of fuckin with some kilograms

Girlfriend, you know what you're doin, the time is right

You tell your lil' one that it's alright

For real, keep your head up

[Chorus]

I dedicate this song, to the whole Abandoned Nation

If you've been abandoned in any sense of the word

Then you part of this Abandoned Nation

Gotta take it for what it's worth, right

God love us young brothers, that's right

To all my brothers on lockdown, the whole Abandoned Nation

Let's go