Stay Strong

(*talking*)
 Man, on a normal occasion
 I'd tell you to roll something up
 Po some'ing up, but I ain't feeling that way
 Everytime I turn around, another funeral
 Another away man, how much can we take feel this
 [E.S.G.]
 I'm riding one deep with my gun, naw I ain't having fun
 Wondering how to break the news, to my partna lil' son
 His daddy probably the saw the angels, death he couldn't stop it
 But God, why'd you have to take my dog Todd Prophet
 Already lost Mello, now who gon be next
 Think I'm feeling safe fake ass rappers, having plex
 Who you playing with, don't take your life for granted
 So many good people, seem to be the victims on the planet
 Can't understand it, now which religion talking noise
 Them Catholic priests, be touching on lil' boys
 Can't trust your homeboys, you drop em off at home
 He call his partna on the phone, they done broke in your home
 Now what's wrong, said the Lord people dying too often
 With no health or no insurance, can't afford no coffin
 So today no flossing, another wake at eight o'clock
 Jam Master Jay wasn't a gangsta, but he still got shot what's up
 [Hook: (Kirby)]
 My partna use to be a baller but
 (now he's gone, ah-oooh)
 And all I can tell his son, is
 (try to hold on, ah-oooh)
 Yeah she use to be a star, but
 (now she's gone, ah-oooh)
 Hey mama, they thought your son wouldn't make it but
 (I stayed strong, ah-oooh)
 [E.S.G.]
 Now lil' Tamika up the street, wanted a baller real bad
 Only 16, but already giving up the ass
 You got cash you could smash, you don't have to ask
 She needed money for clothes, so she stayed skipping class
 Catch her flipping in a Jag, or flipping in the Lex
 Laughing at the nerdy chicks, who believed in safe sex
 She had one baby, had twins then another
 Now didn't slow at 18, all living with her mother
 Steady bouncing out of town, rent-a-cars with crack
 Missing her kids birthday, what kind of mother is that
 The ass started getting flat, without using Metabolife
 Whole neighborhood wondering, if Tamika on the pipe
 Strip clubs late at night, with bags under her eyes
 Had the flu for three months, feeling like she bout to die
 Boyfriends disappeared, and so did the queen
 HIV in her bloodstream, girl died ay 19 damn
 [Hook]
 [E.S.G.]
 Now Lord I know, I'm in the valley of death
 And can't no man predict, how many days he got left
 Use to run the street, with some devilish ass demons
 High on dust not giving a fuck, smoking wet steady scheming
 Had to change my ways, and go another route
 Now I use the studio, to let my pain out
 No more chasing dreams, gotta make it on my own
 Can't be waiting on the next man, gotta get my hustle on
 Now in case you ain't know this, playboy I'm focused
 Only got one chance, no way in hell I can blow this
 Turn my last five dollas, into a quarter million
 But money can't change, the fucking pain that I'm feeling
 From Chris, Paul to Tremain, who else gon go
 They even killed Romeo, from the Steve Harvey show
 Said I'd be dead in a year, that was two years ago
 Thank the Lord I'm still here, hope I live to see mo' let's roll
 [Hook]
 [Kirby]
 Now he's gone-gone, (now he's gone)
 But I'ma hold on, (try to hold on)
 Oooh she's gone, (now she's gone)
 But I'ma stay strong, (I stayed strong)
 Now you gone-gone, (now he's gone)
 But I-but I-will hold on, (try to hold on)
 Whoooh mama gone, (now she's gone)
 But I will stay strong, (I stayed strong)
 Ooooh my partna's gone, (now he's gone)
 I'ma hold on, (try to hold on)
 Whooooa mama's gone-gone-gone, (now she's gone)
 I will stay stroooong, (I stayed strong) whooooa