Rappers is talking to me as if, come on
We in the same boat, I tell them quick, no, I move coke (uh-uh)
And you and I don't share no common bond
So forgive me if I don't receive you with open arms (no)
It shames me to no end
To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin (uh-huh)
But where there's demand, someone will supply
So I feed them their needs, at the same time cry
Yes, it pains me to see them need this
All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus
Deepest regret and sympathy to the streets
I seen 'em pay for they fix when they kids couldn't eat (so sorry)
And with this in mind, I still didn't quit
And that's how I know that I ain't shyt (I ain't shyt)
My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact
I live for my kids and theirs and them young'ns after that
shyt touches me damn near everytime I hear this shyt because it takes me back to my younger days and makes me wonder of how many smokers I may have served and helped contribute to whatever downfalls they may have had.
