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
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