Words 2 My Firstborn

Hehehe, yeah
These are my words to my firstborn
Can you picture young ****** in a rush to grow?
Til hard-timers in the pen had to crush his throat
Probably never even saw it comin
Too busy bulls**ttin, caught him with his mouth runnin
Aint this a *****? They got me twisted in this game
The feds and the punk police pointin pistols at my brain
I wonder if Im wrong cause Im thugged out
My homies murdered execution style, runnin in the drug house
What was supposed to be a easy hit
Now s **t is flipped,cause ****** died over bulls**t
Its not my dream, Im seein pictures of a broken man
No witnesses only the questions of who smoked the man
Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime
Though it aint logical, we hobble through these tryin times
Livin blind—Lord, help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homies had to die fore they got to grow?
And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer
One love to the thugs in Heaven, Ill see you there
Its written for the young and dumb that wasnt warned
Help you make it through the storm
My words to my firstborn—feel me!
My words to my firstborn
My words to my firstborn
Since my very first day on this Earth, I was cursed
So, I knew that the birth of a child would make my life worse
And though it hurt me, there was no distortion
Cause wild seeds cant grow, we need more abortions
Quiet your soul, 'cause you know what you had to do
And so did victims of a world they never came to
I understand its a better day comin
Sometimes cats be sleepin on the dead end, drivin with the car runnin
Blinded, aint no love in the hood, only hearts torn
Love letters to the innocent and unborn
All the babies that died up on the table
Wasnt able to breathe, cause the family wasnt able
Cant blame her, I would do the same
All I could give her was my debt and my last name
Cause in the game things change, livin up and down
This hard life got me walkin with my head down
Flashin frowns wasnt meant to be, was I wrong?
But Ill never get to know, so I carry on
Its written for the young and dumb that wasnt born
My words to my firstborn—feel me!
My words to my firstborn
Mmm! (Yeah)
These are the words to my firstborn
Hey, *****, talk to your born!
Talk to your seed, *****!
Two thousand somethin somethin mention a new era
A *****s too real, now see s**t too clear
See , theres more than just this scrilla and this tilt
(What else is it, dawg?) – the velvet and the silk
And makin sure my kittens got they milk
(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress
Let my kids know Im at this
Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll
Aint no question, is it? Above the Law hustlers
If its related to chips, homie, well handle ya
Yo, although we never take advantage
Though we always into erythang
By all means, stack green, gangsta lean
They say money make the world go round
So, only associate yourself
With paper chasers and ****** thats truly down
And keep God first
And give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts
Its player haters every corner you hit
Touchin their t**s, hella thick, tryin to get you for yo grip
I know you stressed-out and fed-up
But come out, gun-blazin, and keep yo head up
You can call it what you want to, but it aint gon change
Above the Law, 2Pac, O.G.s in this rap game
And we done lived a long hard life
And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights
Yall, although we grew up corrupted and scorned
We still got a lot of wisdom to give to our firstborn
What you gon tell your kids, *****?
Who was you? What was you doin?
How did you put it down?
These my words to my ************ firstborn
So, they can know, yknahmean? Hehehe
Aint nothin but a **** ******** rider
Westside til I die, thats all it was
Its a crooked-ass hand they deal a ************
I just played to win, just played to win
************ gotta bet against the odds, yknahmean?