[VERSE 1: Scarface]
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You was playin when you was sayin you was ready,
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I'm knowin' you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of life
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and just wanted to leave it you were drinkin,
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so I ain't really pay it no attention,
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took you back to your crib and dropped you off
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with the intention of gettin with this Asian chick
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I've been offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite,
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I had to spit that game cuz she was vicious,
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I'm hoppin back on 6-10 punchin the drop
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On my way out to her house I started noticing cops,
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Somethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,
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Normally I wouldn't consider but out of the blue I'm bustin a U
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I get off where they get off at
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Well-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at
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Roadblocks, yellow tape, "a crime scene" they say,
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What the f**k just happened? I just left this place...
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I get out and started walkin askin Frog, "What's up?"
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Lookin at me dazed like, "Face, it's all f**ked up..."
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I move a little closer tryin to see who it is
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and I saw his baby mama in tears holdin his kids...
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[CHORUS]
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[incomprehensible]
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[VERSE 2]
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And it was then it finally hit me
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I'm standing here nervous as I can be
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It was nothing that can prepare me for what i'm finna see
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I'm praying this is a dream and i'm bout to awake
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But the closer I got the more I realize fate
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Wasn't fair to change for me
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And why would I think so
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My homie had a date with death
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He had to make though
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I'm feelin eerie, I'm liftin up the yellow tape
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By the time I get to the scene
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they rollin this away
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I wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak
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To the point i had to take me a seat
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This shits deep
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When they put a nigga down that you was raised around
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What was once a minor statement's turnin' major now
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Never woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal
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Had it all money and kids and a wife that read the bible
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They say its life and death in the slum
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He had his reasons I shoulda believed him
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Anotha soul no longer breathin'
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Hate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience
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My nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense
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[CHORUS]
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[VERSE 3]
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And everybody thinkin' its murder, but homicide sayin self-inflicted
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By the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen
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Who coulda predicted
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But the detectives who was fishin'
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Fucked up that the family had to see dad in his position
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All i remember was us doin what we did
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To survive in these streets where we lived
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We was kids growin up in this environment
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Nothing but trouble
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You either struggled or you hustled
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Folded the bubble
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Grade school til we dropped out, we had a plan
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We was either finna be rich or die like a man
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We did it all for the love of the hood, every journey
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Imagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney
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I wonder what was goin on
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You shoulda said that you was feelin' mad
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I coulda talked you outta that
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But never will i see you again
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Nor will your kids
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Nor will your family or your friends
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Its the end
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Not even words I write in this song
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Can right that wrong
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My nigga is gone and life goes on
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[CHORUS]
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The Suicide Note
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Scarface |