SPM
Its after midnight while I let this pen write
In my cell its just me and this dim light
As my thoughts get spilled on a notebook
They shot my homie and I told his girl dont look
Cause if she saw what I saw it would have haunted her
I heard the paramedics laughing with the officer
I guess they see it as just another dead body
And I know it hurt when his daughter said Mommy,
Wheres daddy I aint seen him in a long time?
How can mommy talk she cant even stop crying
The punch line is tomorrow may never come
Thats where the cops get 1 8 7 from
It means murder not death by natural causes
It means homies clothes redder than Santa Clauses
In Hillwood many died facing obstacles
I thank God its not me in that pile of skulls
Slugs around the block boys
Thugging till they drop laws
Putting Gs on lock
So we flush it when they knock
Caught up in the system
These haters play the victim
Wanna see us fall
Like dead pictures on the wall
JAK DA RIPA
I saw the reaper in my sleep so I might got a death wish
When vultures come around I react so selfish
If you aint out of the hood you probably think that Im crazy
Lotta niggas in jail or they pushing up daisies
So many motherfckers dropping out this shit like flies
Heard a friend of mine just committed suicide
Left his family behind found him hanging from the ceiling
Eyes wide open I just cant imagine the feeling
So many funerals here I am in all black
Prices put up my head so Im packing a strap
When my life is on the line I bring them killas out
I find your residence and bring the drama to your house
Now all whats left is a memory of your existence
Dead pictures on the wall bloody murders my vision
SPM
They found my homie Desperado in a garbage heap
Wrapped up throat slit man the scars are deep
That day it felt like the whole city was crying
Lil D if you hear me nigga give me a sign
That nigga that had murdered you got twisted by Jason
Had to tell you cause I know that yall in different locations
Have you seen Lil Lex? the other day he was killed
Niggas dont got no hustle had to take what he built
Im afraid to even open up todays newspaper
Cause the Crow is taking souls like the old Shoemaker
Its enough to make you blow up, throw up or go nuts
My people dying and I fcking love em so much
My homies brother got killed in a car chase
Cops tried to pull him over back on Park Place
He hauled ass but it ended when he crashed his Taurus
And all he had was some motherfcking traffic warrants