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One Day

You know a few years from now my son is gonna get curious I know eventually we gotta have that talk I gotta take that walk back down memory lane I then been threw so many changes But I'm from the hood so to him I gotta speak that real language And it makes me wonder not really all that worried the kinda lifestyle I carried but that was after I got legal knowing he gotta walk thru the same blocks I walked thru seeing them D-Boyz, Street Thugs, Dope Fiends, Dark Alleys, & Drug Needles But I guess all I can do is pray for better days while I'm daydreaming in a daze hoping one day he doesn't end up in dat same cage or sittin sideways on the corner wit his top laid back but like Jay I had to fade to black and just stay faithful in God's promise Yea he'll go threw trials & tribulations I just pray he wont get overwhelmed by Satan

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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