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They say it's never too late, to have an early childhood If I could, turn back the hands of time, God should Forgive what I did as a kid to run blocks Now my dreams are just dream cops and gun shots The fun stops when your homies up in a box My dudey Bo, rest his soul, snuffed by the cops I used to question alot, if theres a guy around me say somethin' If you love her so much why didn't u gave nothin'? When he took my homie, snook was only in 11th grade Now I hope to see your face at the heaven gates It ain't never late in the game, Satan remains With a grudge to see slugs break through my frame My heart aches with the pain, the life in his breath We gotta have fun now, theres only minutes left In the depth, distress youngins is sucked in To get tats of my fallen homies, I ain't got enough skin

PROOF R.I.P