Why My Homie
Master P]
Damn. I never thought I'd be wearin a suit and tie so many times a year, but
like Bone said, to all my homies ain't here, see ya in the crossroads, fool
Imagine this, me dressed in all black
At a funeral strapped with a chrome gat
Who died P, I guess it was my homie, black
Somebody rolled up and shot him in the back
It was sad, my homie took a damn fall
Sort of like the TLC video, "Waterfalls"
But this was the real deal, this ain't no movie
Niggaz drove up and blasted my homie with a oozie
Now me and Silkk got to ride
After the funeral cause it's sad on my side
Cause in the ghetto, it's one big black moon
I mean people dyin everyday, we all are doomed
My mama look at me and say, "Boy, watch yoself!"
But I can't trip, mama, cause I live for myself
And if I die on the streets, then it's my time to go
But if I live to see another day, another funeral
It's sad, I look into they eyes
Damn, everybody's got to die
But one day, I guess we gon to wake up
When they puttin me in that black truck
It could be you, it could be her
But in the end everybody gets did up
Cause in the ghetto everybody live like Jesse James
I still question God for callin my homie name
Chorus I (2X): Why my homie had to die?
Now somebody mama gonna cry
[Silkk]
Now when my grandfather died, I was like 5, it never really touched me much
But seein my brother layin dead on floor really kinda fucked me up
I never thought he could be here then he could be gone
I never thought the day he left the house he wouldn't be comin back home
I wonder when it's yo time to go, who gon protect you
See someone died in my family, didn't even much affect you
I wonder why my homie died at such a young age
I wonder why my homie death didn't make the front page
Cause it's a trip, and life ain't even worth to live
See ya gotta watch out for all us killa kids
Belive me, I be a youngsta tryin to spit the game
But it's a damn shame, all of the shit done changed
Through all the strivin and strugglin I try to stay hard
But look at Mr. President in the White House tryin to play God
Put us all in one big ole boat
They call it housin projects, I call it one big ghetto
Damn. Looks like the Statue of Liberty is cryin
I guess that mean the whole world is fuckin dyin
Chorus I (2X)
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You will get nowhere real fast.
And golf as a sport is useless of course,
If there just wasn't grass.
And dirt can be lovely and rocks can be fun.
But you don't understand.
The ocean would be such a terrible place if there just wasn't sand.
Chorus:
Sand, sand, glorious sand.
You can squish it in your toes.
You can sift it through your hands.
The grass may be greener, and the snow my be grand,
But we're just crazy about sand.
Look at the people having fun on the beach.
Shovels in their hands and pails wit