When I was a kid






I took my turn







at that party





I took a shot of vodka




My momma was crushed



when she found me all buzzed




She hated me since then







So i left





Roaming the streets






with my homie





Watching our back





so they won't attack






and when they did





my homie got shot





cause we got caught




rollin on the wrong block






And in that hood







there i stood



My homie taking his last breath




saying our last goodbyes






Him telling me






don't come back...