From Project City to Rochester, the same shit, the same stories You know I mean, yo, it's like we're fallen angels, from the Heavens to Hell Aimlessly dwell, these stories had to live 'em to tell I seen junkies, rummage through trash for old lunch meat And smile when his kids walked by, he had one teeth Was in the Nation, still greet him, salaam alaykum 'Til that needle push, through his veins it starts takin' A heavy toll, talk to him had a heavy soul He told me "the path of greatness was a lonely road" And then he nodded off, his arm bleedin' where he tied it off He started mumblin' and tried to talk Some laughed him off and called him just a stupid junkie But everytime I seen him, couple dollars if he hungry Old wisdom, both children he lost one stillborn Broke up his marriage and he still mourns Cancer took his wife, too scared for him to take his life Before the needle set he hit the pipe He was a honest man, he never stole, he collected cans Cut grass, made money any way he can And how it all ended, was in an instant A kid lost his ball in the street, and tried to get it He ran for him, and pushed him out of the street Now I pray for him, that his soul find peace I even cried for him, when the E-man speak And made the world knew the name, Abdul Lateef, amen