you Detroit is missing you New Orleans missing you Philly's missing you (It's been too long and I'm lost without you) Your uncle's missing you your families
Maurice White & Freddie Ravel Hold on to your spirit Always feel your soul Honor the magic In your heart Aa family we're part of Everlasting hope
to be found And a coffin inlay open Where a restly soul is pokin' (Don't understand it) (Don't understand it) And who gave you the right to scare my family
will shine. Verse 3 We?re disconnected from love, we?re disrespecting each other Whatever happened to protecting each other Poisoned your body and your soul
it, But now I got a couple things that I gota deal with, Soo what up cousin... How you been, homie? What it is, homie? Without you here, your family
is a battlefield... [Z-Ro:] I pledge allegiance to the soldiers, the ones who had to leave they family Overseas facing death everyday, missing they family
what a way to show ya love back-homie you a friend for life for your crime I'm doin time in the Penn tonight it's bad enough I lost a family my luck ain
[Chorus: Z-Ro singing] Help me please I'm blinded by my tears and I just cain't see So many devils tryin to recycle my soul Cause in the ghetto where
have to raise, they kids one deep In and out of relationships, looking for a man so people pardon creeps But what I see, is just a soul trying to survive
niggas fucking with me, I wanna be free But jealousy and envy, be watching me planning on stopping me Fuck that, I'm a Ridgemont 4 gangsta and I bust back Southsi' for li' Familia
nothing but formaldrahide It's an everyday suicide, R.I.P. to the ones that died Wake up before you get caught up don't keep on selling your soul Until
(talking) Brass knuckle knife, Mafia me and my family Jail, hell or paradise, am I my brother's keeper Forever twice, what's none of the dark will Come
-C-T Living better and cutting and trying to stack my currencies Stay alive, survive, the lord knows my soul purified And make a way for my family although
fade away. To remember a face, and you're home or want to. Certain they would meet soon, paint a portrait of a family. Single light on, single
Prison = Batisse a haute-tension C'est l'monde des coups de pression. Attention Detention ferme ou provisoire Du couloir au parloir il n'y pas d'echapatoire Refrain (x2) Soul
I ride or die for Makaveli the legendary war thug ni**a Kadafi betta unslug this ni**a, Seike betta undrug this ni**a Out of the buildin we street children with no souls
the hammer back Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthaf**kin' back out They blast but I'm still standin' Slightly scarred deep Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul
I hope you comfortable cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless and young soul
