It’s never too late, to turn it around
No matter how low down
Your life is shaped by, decisions you make
Don’t be satisfied, with a reality that’s fake
With a reality that’s fake
With a reality that’s fake…

Since ‘89 I’ve had your back and you’ve had mine
And ain’t shit changed in 17 years, one of my closest peers
And never once have you ever betrayed me
Double-crossed or played me, acted shady
Or tried to make a move on any one of my ladies
Straight up with the yes or no’s, never gave me no maybes’
I knew no matter what that I could trust you
I guarantee, the world will never see
Another crew of two, like us two
Plus you grew up the same way that I had
Hatred building up inside, aimed at your step dad
I guess that’s why we both relate to one another
But lately I’ve been feeling like I’m losing my brother
For real, last time we spoke got me choked up
You told me that you just got out of jail
And already you sounded coked up,
Listen, live your life the way that you see fit
But if you’re dealing, which you are,
You shouldn’t be doing the shit
The number one rule of slanging, you know as well as I
Is you don’t get high off your own supply
Whether it’s profit that you snorting or pinching, it’s not important
The important thing to know, is that YOU running the blow
And not the other way around, bro, I know how it sound
It’s sounds like I’m out here trying to tell you how to get down
But that’s not it at all, you bout to hit a brick wall
And I don’t wanna see you trip, slip or see you fall

Despite what you say, I see you starting to slip
I had you by the hand, but now I’m losing my grip
Stumbled down the wrong path, and you’re bound to trip
Your boat’s sinking, but you don’t have to go down with the ship
I hope that I can reach you in time, God I wish you’d listen
I ain’t trying to tell you how to live you life, but, listen
Be smart, listen to your heart before you start trippin’
It’s so hard to see one of my closest homies start slippin’


How long do you think that you can keep on living?
The way you living? Wrong decision after wrong decision?
I’m having visions of my homie dead and gone or in prison
I witnessed first hand, it break you down like long division
You used to be a man of ambition
But now you’re just a man without a plan, I hope it’s just a transition
Cause this verse is the last transmission
I’m sending, cause I’m tired of pretending it’s all good, when it’s not
Yeah, it’s all good till you get caught, or up until you get shot
By some crack-head motherfucker fiending out for the rock
But then what? Just gonna sit and rot in a cell?
Plottin’, wondering how it is you got in this hell?
And don’t think that it can’t happen, this shit happens all the time
When you live a life of crime, you walking a fine line
Between incarceration and freedom, until you lose your balance
Weighing out 8 Balls, is just a waste of your talents
I see you slippin’, and think a change is essential
Cause you’re doing nothing for a man with so much potential
When we were roommates, you used to talk about your plans
For the future, and how if you were given half a chance
You would prove to the world that you’re more than just a drop-out
But now it seems like you’d rather push weight and cop-out
Then hop out your whip, 100% legit
It sounds better than you’d like to admit and you know it

Kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall
Statued stone leaders crumble
There’s breaches in walls
Political institutions, toothless resolutions
Have numbed me complacent
I’d pick up no arms, seal no mans fate
Nor partake in the overthrow of one’s nation
Say yeah, But for you I’d stand stubbornly calm son