It was the night of Wednesday, my boy met, his doomsday,
Died early morning thursday,
Thats what happens when ya play, in the streets of the grimey,
Now listen to the crazy story,
He was just a teen, when he became addicted like a fiend,
To the street life, mama was cracked out, Daddy's in prison,
Bound to be crime risen, persistent, in robbin hoods,
And there he stood,
In front of the judge,
Dismissed and ignored the grudge,
Everyday thinking of lives to take away,
Too many souls was taken away,
How many got hit by the stray,
Bullet its hard to over pull it,
The weights to heavy,
Drive bys in the chevy, he thinking its all gravy,
But enemies always keeps watch on thee,
Know the ending the story of crime-anology, no apology,
For his wrong doin, bubble gum chewin,
Hes used to death, so hes bound to see the bluin',
Soon in, he was walking away, from his home,
But litte did he know, thatll be his last time from home,
Only to end up in a funeral homes,
Next to his homes,
Another murderous night gone, shown,
In the slimy streets, replacement of souls, just for another to compete,
To get to the grave, grandmas was prayin', that he'd be saved,
But couldnt be saved, rocked with the crowds of evil,
Monday to Tuesday he was really feelin' d'evil,
Thought he was Deebo, but dont know the 44,
Make em see through you,
I knew, his death was coming soon,
I see it in his eyes, with gloom,
Then Wednesday, we hit up a few *******, and dipped a few hydraulics on the sixes,
What is this?, relentless, restless
Showin',
Hit up the mall, linked up with the homie Jamal,
Who could ball, we played out until the sun died down,
Then me and my homies smoked a pound, after that,
Then we left for uptown,
Close to eleven, im seein pictures of em in heaven,
My mind playin' tricks on me, **** Tracey,
Couldnt get right ya see,
After we hit up the club, then we hit up house party,
Right after, before the laughter, see lightning strikes of rapture,
The grims knocking no answer,
Hes blank to the thought,
Young hustler killer,
Who thought he'd never be caught,
But the rivals ran up on em,
I broke dodge in the garage,
He was there too,
Couldn't break the bullets that flew,
Eight shots hit his body,
Bloods everywhere,
Close family to friends chimed in,
Like are you there?,
Eyes rolling in the back of his head, hes half dead,
Violently shakin', tryna hold his bread,
Im holding pieces of the lead,
No exit wound,
Felt the stiffen soon,
Hes out now, by the time police arrive, hes no longer survived,
Left behind three kids,
With no gig,
Promise ya they probably gonna
Do the same bid,
Drama repeats, another death in the streets,
Tryna play with life, only end up
with the cold sheets,
Rest in peace homie