what a fuckin' Friend is, knowwhati'msayin'? a friend is a nigga that'll be there to Squeeze for you, count your cheese for you, whatever, push your ki's for
in mind I have here a modern positive dynamic uplifting In the tradition of the great old revival hymns. this one might more accurately be termed a survival hymn. When you attend a funeral
forgotten for as long as I'm alive and talkin' Inside a soul darkened, due to circumstances These past years done had some friends of mine Who died from cancer, it's messed up
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take I'm not going to wake up today
black At a funeral strapped with a chrome gat Who died p, I guess it was my homie, black Somebody rolled up and shot him in the back It was sad, my homie took a
Made it less cuz I gave 'em a plea That's the past, now a dude home tryna clean up his past When all niggaz kno me for is the past And my minds always
hit up the neighbor's fruit trees Just a bunch of kids chillin', enjoying the summer breeze Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend
the voices in your head Listen to your heart hear what it says (Verse 2) You other cats betta wake up and focus Cause we da only people having funerals
like animals With no food for a hundred miles or more So take them back to familiar shores There's no shame in wanting what others call a home And one
to see me put black chrome on the Rova Reading your obituary wishing we never met So I wouldn't have to shed tears or wake up in cold sweats Lookin'
Made it less 'cause I gave 'em a plea That's the past, now a dude home tryna clean up his past When all niggaz kno me for is the past And my minds always
my own again and like a routine episode of Friends What does it mean to be American? Is it feelings, coffee and I'll be there for you? Later on me and a bottle will hook up
alone, do they like me for me or for the microphone, and also, when I go on a date, to a fancy resteraunt, a hundred dollars a plate, and people stare
he never got to see me put black chrome on the rover readin your obituary, wishin we never met so I wouldn't have to shed tears or wake up In cold sweats
myself in a crime house filled with roses on my casket All my family and friends at my funeral wipin their tears away Mama screamin wake up Im just
city, the farmer, the babies, the mama (what?!) The projects, the drugs (uhh!), the children, the thugs (uhh!) The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs (c'mon!) The funerals, the wakes
hit up the neighbor's fruit trees Just a bunch of kids chillin', enjoying the Summer Breeze Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend