I remember back in the days In the barrio Wearing fresh braids And high top fades With the big ol shades Emulate super fly movies I was young hard head Felt like nobody could move me Until them slugs hit me Had me dreaming about reality ***** real I'm seeing my own blood Is this heaven or hell ? I'm close to death clutching for breath Uh bust it Couple hours later in surgery Docts don't know what to do with me To many peeps I'm strung out Ask one of my homies to keep the heat out And a ak by my bed Just in case them.come again and http://****.me dead But one ***** can't forget named Craig og real never faked the funk Had pounds of skunks one hit and we all high Felt like our souls was touching the sky my eyes Blood shot red half dead daydreamin' schemin' Lookin to make my next move Exercise and strategize at the same time Keep all eyes on one time But Craig had a lot of adversaries His day was coming and before I started dumpin them techs was hummin' Too late heart break souls break out Am I lucky. To survive? Or do I really deserve to die? Uh I wish I could see him again instant replay Of the ****** stuck in my brain full of pain No gain From a lost one only death tallying the next one As I reminiscence smokin' my dogia Givin' a real shout out to my real nigguha Who's strugglin' Ballad for a dead souljah