Still Staying Strong (feat. Sara S.) feat. Sara S.

歌詞

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 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 My partna use to be a baller but (Now he's gone, ah-oh) And all I can tell his son, is (Try to hold on, ah-oh) 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) 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 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 Now he's gone-gone, (now he's gone) But I'ma hold on, (try to hold on) Oh 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 strong, (I stayed strong) whoa