Tytuł: Dear Homie

• Wykonawca: Ice-t
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[Hen-Gee]
  Dear Homie, whats the hap, since your up in the sky?
  With God by your side
  Homie what's it like?
  I know your bein' treated right
  No more worries
  Plus you're bein heard G
  I guess you know niggaz is still trippin
  I don't know why, they see a future in it
  We're headed for self-destruction
  Can't function
  Only thing I can do is pray
  And thank God, for another day
  Yes Homie, it's rough down here. I gotta watch my back
  Cos it's hard being black
  If it ain't the other
  It's my own colour
  Tryin to work me
  Tryin to hurt me
  Ain't no L-O-V-E
  Please tell me why, Dear Homie
  
  [Ice-T]
  Dear Homie, gang-bangin ain't joke
  And I'm lookin over ya loc
  Always knew there was fools out to get me
  I didn't even hear the gunshots till after the slugs hit me
  I grabbed for my chest and my neck, hopin
  When my head hit the ground my skull busted open
  You used to ask for my advice
  Well Dear Homie, dyin ain't nothin nice
  And the place I'm at is overpacked
  With young blacks who crash crack and gats
  I can only pray
  You don't come this way
  You gotta stay alive, you got a kid G
  I feel ya partner but I worry alot
  Bust shots
  I know you're tryin' to comfort me
  But I don't want no company, Homie
  
  [Hen-Gee]
  Dear Homie, even though you're gone
  I still fell your presence
  Sometimes I can sleep
  Cos I just can't see
  Reality like it really should be seen
  I still reminisce on how we used to kick it
  Strollin' the yard, just hangin' out together
  Down for whatever, whenever
  And now I'm hopin, you're seeing a true friend in me
  we where meant to be
  
  [Ice-T]
  Dear Homie, you used to call me O.G.
  Now ya really gotta look up to me
  Cos the place I'm at, is way high in the sky
  I didn't want to die
  But the life I lived was just to reckless
  Too many bad marks on God's checklist
  And many many brothers will go out
  Just tryin to get that hard-core street clout
  But a street reps final test, is when you're lying in a coffin
  with you're hands folded on your chest.
  Then ya hear the girls cry
  Then ya hear the brothers lie
  Talkin' about how down you was
  Then the next week the back on the street, they cold forgot ya cuz'.
  Don't wanna see ya on your back,
  So for me stay sucka free, cos you don't need that, Homie.
  
  Dear Homie...
  Dear Homie...
  Ya know I miss ya Homie...