Tell me why did they take Al B They take Baby, Tyre They killed Lil Chilla, my Mike and Corika They're the dying and Koreme Tell me why did they Al B, Al B yeah Lil Chilla, my Mike, and Corika They're the dying and Koreme So heavenly father what are you trying to tell me I guess I better bail up out this game And whatever they call me a little lame ole' wee A nigga fin to get up out these streets Cause ain't a damn thang good happening for me It seems I'ma be the next one to go, oh no I'm out of everything mama told me God's got his hands on you Geno There was this angel, whoa oh oh oh There was this angel, and it won't let me go I cry in my ? pass me the tissue They say I got issues And I reply, I put my life on the line for mines And that's my only damn mission When D. Ski died, piece of mind was hard to find D. Ski we miss you, sweeped nine roadies From heaven rained down on me As I write these scriptures, and I'll be fine I had a whole lot of hell in me Before we took them pictures, and even worse Brothers and sisters started hating on me After we took them bitches, cause then you get to take em first Brothers and sisters started waiting on me To represent for a hood, they never produce us nothing good Ballas and killas out here waiting on me To retrieve my goods and leave me stinking in a back wood Heavenly father have mercy on me, in these struggling times To tell the truth, it's so hard to be righteous and let my little light shine This shit got me pissed off, we use to be like rollies But now it's 2000, the motherfuckers don't even know me If I'm right, pass me cause they lifted up a hand now Blinded to em everytime I get the trash now Either could get put up on it, and coming up strong We knew right from wrong, but still we stayed away from home Over there on Konkress, kicking at the park with A blessed up niggas that's down with me to your dark with We'll meet again, I put this on a fiend If it's possible they end up cause we gone drink again Puffing on this dro ain't the same no mo' Drinking on this henne shit just ain't the same no mo' Oh, my nigga lost his life, at an early age And I cry to this day, wishing that he could of stayed Played the cards that he was dealt, records gone when it's dark But my nigga roll in death, as the gauge exploded on the block And just like Pac, I'ma paint a point of picture, kick it with you Grab some tissue, wipe my eyes cause I miss you God bless my niggas, I know you still here with us niggas Cause I could feel you, I could see you everytime I look in the mirror And not a word can hear you, cause I'm making these words clearer You are my angel, and my nigga, from the drive-by to the trigga Chi worldwide, whoever died on any side