Intro

Man ain't spelled G-U-N, son

You got a choice

You got talent

You got a chance and I want to hear about your environment and what your mama didn't give you and the white man won't give you no shot

You got a chance

Use it while you're still alive

You don't know what death is

You have no idea what death is

Make a decision

Make a decision

I'm asking God to Bless The trenches where they murder at

Like a standing ovation every night all we heard was claps

Just to get money you hit licks, did robberies or you served a sack

I did all three for the money and had to learn to stack

We was only kids seeing things we ain't suppose to see

Traumatized from homicides, how you think we suppose to be

Homies caught lacking without it now I keep it close to me

You ain't consider streets smart cause you know the streets

Got lifers doing time Tryna make it off the state yard

Some youngins ain't see 25 but made it to a graveyard

Telling my youngins go legit they run it up off bank fraud

She ain't got her body dumped but bussing dates off her face card

Look, from hanging in them streets he ended up throwing his life away

Judge told him he'll never get to see the light of day

Youngins going through identity crisis, tryna find they way

I'm just tryna lead by example cause this is a brighter way

And what I want to talk to you two about is the trouble that you've been getting into

Boys, the Lord didn't put you here to be shooting and killing each other

It's right there in the Bible

Exodus 20, 13

Thou shall not kill

Grandpa, I ain't never killed nobody

Oh, I doubt that

T.S. overdosed while I was in jail

T.J. took a dub but he died in that cell

They took my dog Duke wished he survived for them shells

Hope all my dogs go to heaven

Not surprised If some in hell

Tryna tell them wage of sin leads to death and they should turn from it

Cause your mistakes turn to wisdom when you learn from it