Yeah these are my words to my firstborn, you know what time it is,
my words to my firstborn, nothing left to hear
young niggas in the a rush to grow
the hard times in the pen
probaly never even saw it coming
caught him with his mouth runnin
they got me twisted in this game
the fedz, and the po police pointing pistols at my brain
my homies murdered execution style
what was suppose to be a easy hit
cause niggas died over bullshit
seeing pictures of a broken man
only the question of a smoked man
young addalicent in the prime live the life of crime
we hobble through these trying times
Lord help me with my troubled soul
why all my homiez had to die before they got to grow
and right before I put my head on the pillow
one love to the thug's in heaven
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born
help me make it threw the storm
the words to my first born feel me
my words to my first born
Since my very first day on this earth
so I knew the birth of a child would make my lif