Words 2 My Firstborn (feat. Above the Law)

These are my words to my firstborn

Can you picture young **** in a rush to grow?

Till hard timers in the pen had to crush his throat

Probably never even saw it coming

Too busy bullshitting, caught him with his mouth running

Ain't this a bitch? They got me twisted in this game

The feds and the punk police pointing pistols at my brain

I wonder if I'm wrong, 'cause I'm thugged out

My homies murdered execution style, running in the drug house

What was supposed to be a easy hit

Now shit is flipped, 'cause **** died over bullshit

It's not my dream, I'm seeing pictures of a broken man

No witnesses, only the questions of who smoked the man

Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime

Though it ain't logical, we hobble through these trying times

Living blind, Lord, help me with my troubled soul

Why all my homies had to die before they got to grow?

And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer

One love to the thugs in Heaven, I'll see you there

It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned

Help you make it through the storm

My words to my firstborn, feel me

My words to my firstborn

My words to my firstborn

Since my very first day on this Earth, I was cursed

So I knew that the birth of a child would make my life worse

And though it hurt me, there was no distortion

'Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions

Quiet your soul, 'cause you know what you had to do

And so did victims of a world they never came to

I understand it's a better day coming

Sometimes cats be sleeping on the dead end

Driving with the car running blinded

Ain't no love in the hood, only hearts torn

Love letters to the innocent and unborn

All the babies that died up on the table

Wasn't able to breathe, 'cause the family wasn't able

Can't blame her, I would do the same

All I could give her was my debt and my last name

'Cause in the game things change, living up and down

This hard life got me walking with my head down

Flashing frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?

But I'll never get to know, so I carry on

It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born

My words to my firstborn, feel me

Words to my firstborn

Mmm, yeah, these are the words to my firstborn

**** talk to your born

Talk to your seed, ****

Two thousand something something, it's a new era

A ****'s too real, I see shit too clear

See, there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt

What else is it, dog? The velvet and the silk

And making sure my kittens got they milk

Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this

Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll

Ain't no question, is it? Above the law hustlers

If it's related to chips, homie, we'll handle ya

Although we never take advantage, though we always into e'rythin'

By all means, stack green, gangsta lean

They say money make the world go 'round, so only associate yourself

With paper chasers and **** that's truly down

And keep God first

And give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts

It's player haters every corner you hit

Touching their tits, hella thick, trying to get you for your grip

I know you stressed out and fed up

But come out, gun blazing and keep your head up

You can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change

Above the law, 2Pac, OG's in this rap game

And we done lived a long hard life

And we done shred so many tears under these bright lights

Y'all, although we grew up corrupted and scorned

We still got a lot of wisdom to give to our firstborn

What you gon' tell your kids, ****?

Who was you? What was you doing?

How did you put it down?

These my words to my motherfucking firstborn

So they can know, you know what I mean?

Ain't nothing but a motherfucking rider

Westside till I die, that's all it was

It's a crooked ass hand they deal a motherfucker

I just played to win, I just played to win

Motherfucker gotta be against the odds, you know what I mean?