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It's my letter to God
I used to ask you why another homie had to die
I see regret and disappointment in my mama's eyes
Crash unit and the feds tryna find the gat
My sister's close to you, I know she prays you'll have my back
'Cause shit is shady in the city that I'm from
And I tell you ask around but everybody plays dumb
'Cause we learned it from young, you snitchin', you done
A bunch of misguided youngsters livin' life by the gun
My little homies always searchin' for a place to sleep
On boulevards and now they robbin' 'cause they gotta eat
My cousin had his little girl, that's his little baby
And shit changed, I'm still ridin' for you when shit get crazy
And yeah, I do it for my family 'cause it conquers all
And you ain't gotta be blood related, hate it but never fall
I wanna travel 'cross the world, there's a lot to see
The palm trees, gang graffiti, spittin' policies
I can't forget my people
I can't forget my roots
I can't forget my people
Couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
I can't forget my people
I can't forget my roots
I can't forget my people
Couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
Lately I've been gettin' closer with my OGs
And they advisin' me to take every day slowly
And lowkey, I've been fixin' to change
But see, I'm never rankin' out, there ain't no blood on my name
Street whistles call me back but I'm down for the risk
My thug passion tells me we deserve better than this
I used to be a backseater gettin' dumb high
I'm glad I wisened up 'cause now I kick it with alumni
My homegirl got these crazy confessions
Ex-man too handsy, slapped her into depression
To top it off, my road dog just hit the county jail
'Cause it's tradition raisin' hell where them demons dwell
Misled by the negative of many folks
Forgive me Lord as I was blinded 'cause my beanie's low
We bangin' as a knee high
You motherfuckers better see why
I can't forget my people
I can't forget my roots
I can't forget my people
Couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
I can't forget my people
I can't forget my roots
I can't forget my people
Couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
I hold it down for my ghetto fortress
Got your homie zigzaggin' like the bottom of my Cortez
The question is who comes around and who's still down
And Charlie Brown's receiving keys from overseas now
If you ain't heard, yeah, I'm bangin' for the town
And my favorite excuse is that my pops ain't around
But I'm older now and boy, these women love to flock
And when it's time to punch the clock, them choppers bedazzle blocks
Whether AK or ghetto bird
Them cholos get local, fuck what you heard, ayy
Tell me, tell me, can you feel me?
Got the government policin' and them niggas tryna kill me
Tell me, tell me, can you feel me?
Got the government policin' and them niggas tryna kill me
Tell me, tell me, can you feel me?
Got the government policin' and them niggas tryna kill me
I can't forget my people
I can't forget my roots
I can't forget my people
Couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
I can't forget my people
I can't forget my roots
I can't forget my people
Couldn't walk a mile in my shoes