With blacks and blues tattooed all over you you think your big and tough you think kissing the sun with your puff of smoke would get you to see today you were out on the streets last night No harm intended just fooling around with who you thought were your homies shooting hoops kissing the sun goodbye I ask you to hold my hand yet you refuse you think you knew what was coming for you BANG and all of a sudden you fall your homies were the first ones kicking it they refused to stay and be the next you layed there in a pool of your used to be innocent blood buh now filled with sins demons come and clean up making roses that used to be white now red.. your home boys werent there I ask you again to hold my hand you couldn't hear me No more my father sad to see one of his angels go to the devil buh I ask you one last thing and that's to say hi to him and remind him my father is still stronger