Mourning (FlyCity Records)

I came from the bottom, next to Harlem,

Seein people get mugged, wishin that I could stop them,

Till they shot him,

My friends have gone missin cuz they was dissin,

The wrong people, now im wishin,

That they wasn't pissin, on the decepticons and bullets weren't dishin,

Lookin at their portraits got me fuckin reminiscin,

Hearin all these dumb superstitions,

Wishing all these niggas weren't always fuckin killin,

Just understand theres more to life than drugs and pimpin,

Thats why im rippin up the beat,

Sad to know that my friends are beneath my feet,

Talkin bout they livin life like a G,

Now what B, stuck underground 6 feet,

You was always a mess, stayed under stress,

You couldn't handle,

When ya soul got dark I came and I tried to light a candle,

Try to save you,

From the niggas that tried to make you a example,

I tried to get you on ya feet before you trampled,

Its a gamble,

They tricked and said they love you and I said it was a scandal,

You wouldn't listen,

You were super driven by your vision,

You made decisions that led to your collision,

With the bullet,

You said you would live life to the fullest,

Now im grieving, receiving all the strife at its purest,

Its like a virus,

Its like a wrecking ball just hittin my heart,

Like Miley Cyrus,

Everything was chaos in this tragic crisis,

You could hear a gunshot bang more times than you could hear isis,