Y Cain't Da Homiez Hear Me? (Remix)

Gospel Gangstas
 Miscellaneous
 Y Can't Da Homies Hear Me
 my dog concocked the blues
 it was just last Friday they told me about the news
 i swings my feet up out my bed into my house shoes
 its Saturday morning, no yawnin, strictly mournin
 i do's my high jeans on, my dickies, i hear a hornin
 its my homie Chill, he comes to scoop me in the plush rego
 to take me to the mall to pick up my black tuxedo
 no words, the straight face, today's no joke
 i stopped at a liquor store in the 4 to buy me a pair of loc's
 i wipe my tears up until my face was all cleared up
 we bunches out to the house to get geared up
 across the bed i laid, prayed, grieved within
 i cried again at the thought my homie died in sin
 tryin to claim the hood, straight puttin in work, getting played like spades
 and it makes my heart hurt cuz my homeis wont change
 and to make matters worse, every other month
 im visitin the pen or followin a hearse
 escorted to a funeral, gang stereotype
 cadillacs and folds rolls deep to a burial site
 Solo be tryin not to cry, but my eyes give my face a shower
 i looks to God to give me strength and power as i drop the flowers on the casket
 as i pass it by and wonders why
 and tell how many more homies got to die
 before they realize that life is quicker than the eyes
 and famin your rep by claimin your set will only lead to lost lives
 but oh, Mr. Solo knows another way
 and out of respect they sit and listen to every word that big homie Solo got to say
 and when i speak i speaks clearly
 but as they walks away they hits me up in the hood, why cant my homies hear me?
 why cant the homies hear me?
 why cant the homies hear me?
 why cant the homies hear me?
 why cant the homies hear me? hear me
 (Chille Chill):
 one more time in your mind its gangsta Chizill
 rollin thru your hood in a drop top caddy coupe devizille
 the homies at the dope spot tryin to clock deals
 packin hot steel, and just like milk they top bills
 straight servin all the young gangstas on the curve and
 got that cain and urban, even got that sherman drinkin that burban
 but they dont know the po-po
 got a videotape of their faces and they catchin cases
 and the judge is stretchin em out like they plastic
 im seein my homies goin to the pen, catchin years, thats drastic
 locked up with unaccomplished dreams and unfullfilled purpose
 goin to Hell cuz they wanted to sell, now was it worth it?
 i know all about survival, im a ghetto man
 but let me tell you where its crackin on the devil's plan
 Satan came to kill, destroy, and jack
 (what Jesus do?) but Jesus came to give you life on bizack
 but still you sell dope to the folk in your community
 its time to sit down and have a long talk, loc, just you and me
 i breaks em off to God when it hurts me dearly
 to see my homies hustle and get popped by the cops, why cant the homies hear me?
 why cant the homies hear me? listen to me homie, yeah
 why cant the homies hear me?
 why cant the homies hear me?
 why cant the homies hear me?
 (Mr. Solo):
 uh, my homies be hitting me up like im the same Solo
 but no im changed, and no i dont bang no more
 dont even trip with me cuz Solo dont owe none of you
 i know what Abe was talkin about, my hood was takin me under too
 had to go for self, had to get me some help, so now i can help someone else
 i found the Truth to pull my homies up off the devil's shelf
 i see what you see, do you see what i see
 i go to my neighbourhood, the wall is filled with RIPs
 i see OGs i looked up to cuz they was loc'ed out
 i comes to the hood to find my big homies is smoked out (smackin)
 i tell them that the Blood of Christ is able to change your life
 they wouldnt listen and they overdosin every night
 and my homegirls, no i cant forget about em
 i told em the brother was a hustler, "you can do without him"
 but still she keeps bringin him home, now she's pregnant alone, and now he's gone
 Lord please draw near me so my homies can hear me
 why cant the homies hear me? tell me why
 why cant the homies hear me? oh why?
 why cant the homies hear me?
 why cant the homies hear me?
 why? why? talk to me homie
 why? why? i wanna hear what you've got to say
 why? why? face to face, G to G, talk to me homie
 why? why? God understands what you're goin through
 why? why? ive been right there where you are
 why? why? open up and let the Love of God shine in your heart
 why? why? He wants to set you free, He want to set you free, like He did me
 why? why? oh
 im hurting inside
 God knows i dont wanna see you die, oh die, dont die
 yeah, yeah