Y Can't Da Homiez Hear Me?
Gospel Gangstaz Lyrics

my dog concocked the blues
My friend passed away

it was just last Friday they told me about the news
I found out on a recent Friday

i swings my feet up out my bed into my house shoes
I get up and put on my shoes

its Saturday morning, no yawnin, strictly mournin
It's a sad Saturday morning

i do's my high jeans on, my dickies, i hear a hornin
I put on my jeans and hear a horn

its my homie Chill, he comes to scoop me in the plush rego
My friend Chill picks me up in his nice car

to take me to the mall to pick up my black tuxedo
We go to the mall to get a black tuxedo for the funeral

no words, the straight face, today's no joke
It's a serious day, so we don't joke around

i stopped at a liquor store in the 4 to buy me a pair of loc's
I stop at a store to buy sunglasses

i wipe my tears up until my face was all cleared up
I wipe away my tears

we bunches out to the house to get geared up
We go back to the house to get ready for the funeral

across the bed i laid, prayed, grieved within
I pray and grieve on the bed

i cried again at the thought my homie died in sin
I cry thinking about my friend's death

tryin to claim the hood, straight puttin in work,
My friend tried to gain respect in the community

getting played like spades
But he was fooled like in a card game

and it makes my heart hurt 'cause my homeis wont change
It's disappointing that my friends won't change

and to make matters worse, every other month im visitin the pen or followin a hearse
On top of that, I visit people in prison or attend funerals often

escorted to a funeral, gang stereotype
I go to the funeral, fitting the stereotype of gang members

cadillacs and folds rolls deep to a burial site
We arrive with many luxurious cars

Solo be tryin not to cry, but my eyes give my face a shower
I try not to cry, but my tears fall endlessly

i looks to God to give me strength and power as i drop the flowers on the casket
I pray to God for strength as I place flowers on the casket

as i pass it by and wonders why and tell how many more homies got to die
I wonder why this happened and how many more will suffer the same fate

before they realize that life is quicker than the eyes
Before they understand that life is short

and famin your rep by claimin your set will only lead to lost lives
Fighting for respect by claiming your gang name will result in death

but oh, Mr. Solo knows another way
I know there's another way

and out of respect they sit and listen to every word that big homie Solo got to say
My friends respect me and listen to what I have to say

and when i speak i speaks clearly
I speak clearly

but as they walks away they hits me up in the hood, why cant my homies hear me?
But later on, my friends ignore my message and I wonder why

one more time in your mind its gangsta Chizill
My friend Chizill speaks now

rollin thru your hood in a drop top caddy coupe devizille
Driving through the neighborhood in a nice car

the homies at the dope spot tryin to clock deals
My friends sell drugs at the corner

straight servin all the young gangstas on the curve and
Selling drugs to the young gang members on the street

got that cain and urban, even got that sherman drinkin that burban
Selling different drugs, even alcohol

but they dont know the po-po got a videotape of their faces and they catchin cases
They don't know the police have evidence of their crimes

and the judge is stretchin em out like they plastic
The judge is giving them long prison sentences

im seein my homies goin to the pen, catchin years, thats drastic
I see my friends going to prison for a long time

locked up with unaccomplished dreams and unfullfilled purpose
They're in jail with unfinished goals and without a sense of meaning

goin to Hell 'cause they wanted to sell, now was it worth it?
They chose to sell drugs and have wasted their lives, was it worth it?

i know all about survival, im a ghetto man
I know how to survive in the ghetto

but let me tell you where its crackin on the devil's plan
But I know where the problem lies

Satan came to kill, destroy, and jack
Satan's goal is to bring death and destruction

(what Jesus do?) but Jesus came to give you life on bizack
But Jesus came to give you life

but still you sell dope to the folk in your community
But you still sell drugs to your own people

its time to sit down and have a long talk, loc, just you and me
Let's have a serious talk

i breaks em off to God when it hurts me dearly to see my homies hustle and get popped by the cops, why cant the homies hear me?
I pray to God when it hurts to see my friends get arrested, why can't they listen?

uh, my homies be hitting me up like im the same Solo
My friends treat me the same even though I've changed

but no im changed, and no i dont bang no more
But I've changed and no longer participate in gang activity

dont even trip with me 'cause Solo dont owe none of you
Don't bother me because I don't owe any of you anything

i know what Abe was talkin about, my hood was takin me under too
I understand what Abraham was talking about - my neighborhood consumed me too

had to go for self, had to get me some help, so now i can help someone else
I had to focus on myself and get help, now I can help others

i found the Truth to pull my homies up off the devil's shelf
I found the truth to save my friends from Satan's grasp

i see what you see, do you see what i see
I understand what you see, but do you see what I see?

i go to my neighbourhood, the wall is filled with RIPs
I go to the neighborhood and see many 'Rest in Peace' signs

i see OGs i looked up to 'cause they was loc'ed out
I see older gangsters that I used to admire

i comes to the hood to find my big homies is smoked out (smackin)
I come to the neighborhood and find my friends high

i tell them that the Blood of Christ is able to change your life
I tell them that Jesus can save them

they wouldnt listen and they overdosin every night
They don't listen and continue to overdose

and my homegirls, no i cant forget about em
I can't forget about my female friends

i told em the brother was a hustler, 'you can do without him'
I tell them their boyfriend is a drug dealer and they can do better

but still she keeps bringin him home, now she's pregnant alone, and now he's gone
But she keeps bringing him home, she's now pregnant without him, and he's gone

Lord please draw near me so my homies can hear me
I pray for help to spread my message to my friends

why cant the homies hear me? tell me why
Why won't my friends listen to me?

i wanna hear what you've got to say
I want to listen to my friends

face to face, G to G, talk to me homie
Let's talk honestly to each other

God understands what you're goin through
God knows your struggles

ive been right there where you are
I've gone through what you're going through now

open up and let the Love of God shine in your heart
Open your heart to God's love

He wants to set you free, like He did me
God wants to free you from your struggles

oh im hurting inside
I'm in pain

God knows i dont wanna see you die
God knows I don't want you to die

yeah, yeah
Yes