Dead or in jail its the life of a REAL nigger
3 niggers dead and only one pulled the trigga
Yesterday everything was nice and good
smoking blunts, at horizon and bak to the hood
Its fair to say u dont kno wat u got til its gone
But ud tell me keep my head up and stay strong
You never understand until it happens to you
And i never thought it would happen to tell u the truth
The scar by my ear nigger u gave me that
u sed 'Scoobyz greezy' wen i first got my tat
I asked u for stuff if i was really in need
U sed my babyfathers waste like i cudnt believe
But I know, and ur still my light that shines
u weren't my man ur my nigger so u still are mines
Them other people they'd never understand my pain
thats y my loss is another ones gain
Nesean Coombs
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/p-e-p-p-e-r/
