Worthy Thoughts E

Cosmic echoes from the hardest ghettos. Shit was hard to let go. The homies in the hoes on Figueroa. Some made it look easy like a finger roll. Even though the shit was harder than time served On death row. Been here from the get-go, So you know I won't let go. Found comfort in the funerals and red coats. Khaki suits with the deuce-four on four deuce day, Sippin' juice for my dead homies. Live long what we strive for, but long live What it reads on the T-shirt. The one question we all know is which homie Gon' ride first? Or which homie gon' die first? Gift and a curse, I don't know which one Worse. You take ours, we take one of yours. Big homies tryna stop the cycle and make it Reverse. Love one another, but this shit, It never work