So Long
Mr. Killa Lyrics

I remember back in the days we used to live so right
Thinking back to a time when everything felt good and easy

Not word about a thang just ridin my bike
No worries or problems, just enjoying the simple things in life

Clicked up with the homies at the school house ballin
Spending time with friends playing basketball at school

After dark I hear my teacher at the front door callin
Staying out late and getting in trouble with authority figures

I ain't leavin til I hit this J sittin in my mouth
Refusing to leave until finishing smoking a joint

Walkin home hella high passed out on the couch
Coming home drunk or high and passing out

Those were the dayz dead now things did change
Reflecting on the past and how things have changed

Takin dibs and yellin out young thugs names
Getting involved in the gang culture and adopting an aggressive persona

Tappin phones tappin homes best watch yo back
Living a life of paranoia and constantly needing to watch your surroundings

Get gd up in your life stop worshipin scratch
Stop valuing money and material possessions and focus on more important things

Leave the dope game alone and find your way back home
Leave the drug life behind and find a better path

Give love to the thugs that are passed and gone
Honoring those who have died in the gang lifestyle

There are so many homies to this game
There are many people involved in the gang lifestyle

But will it change got me goinin the same livin the range (?) the brain
Wondering if things will ever improve and if it is possible to escape the lifestyle

Feelin the pain
Experiencing the hurt of losing friends to violence or the lifestyle itself

Wonderin if ill ever see my G's again
Questioning if any friends still alive or if they'll ever reunite

Dependin on god to GLD when I need a friend
Turning to faith for support during difficult times

Resistin to take been on my own since my childhood
Trying hard to resist falling back into old patterns and habits

Pourin out some hennesse of memory of enale wood
Drinking to remember friends who have died

Prayin for peace but still these streets gettin worse
Hoping for a better life, but constantly seeing the violence and chaos around them

We livin revalation so I'm headed back to church
Feeling like the world is ending and turning back to faith for guidance

Ajusted my mind remainded ricuse raisin my sons
Changing mindset and priorities to focus on being a good father

Officially made no more stressin we infested in funds
Made a conscious decision to stop worrying about money and focus on personal growth

I'm still thuggin money can't change me
Continuing to be involved in the gang lifestyle and not letting money change them

Still free until I'm six feet deep I rest in piece
Will always be a free spirit and keep their personality until they die

Rememberin some times
Thinking back to old memories

About the old school days
Remembering a younger, simpler time

When we was rippin verses
Spending time together making music

Strictly for the love of the game
Just enjoying the act of creating music without the pressure of money or fame

Talent shows were the thang
Competing in talent shows to show off their skills

And all the sessions were packed
Having large groups of people coming together to make music

You had to raise out the stop if you were weak on the rap
If you weren't good at rapping, you were pushed to improve

Put the beat box in the back movin the crowd was the thing
Focusing on creating good music and exciting the audience

Servin them all with the dream
Providing entertainment to people who also shared the dream of being a musician

No matter how bad it seemed
Even though it was difficult, still striving towards their goals

Kept our eyes on the prize
Staying focused on their goals

Always strivin for more
Never settling and always pushing themselves to improve

Raise up in the ghetto
Growing up in a poor and dangerous neighborhood

Fast times strugglin, bubblin and losin
Fighting to survive and make a name for themselves in a challenging environment

Half way we be choosin
Being faced with difficult choices in life

Missin all my homies restin six feet
Remembering friends who have died

Always keep your name in the streets
Keeps their legacy alive in the community

Make sure they know how we did it
Ensuring that people know their journey and how they achieved success

Until we meet on the other side
Looking forward to reuniting with friends who have passed away

Ride fo the cause and blaze one for you
Continuing to fight for their beliefs and remembering friends who have passed away

Til we meet again stya up and tru
Hoping to see their friends again and encouraging others to stay true to themselves