Paint a picture of my heart,
Because you know it so well...
Out of time
And out of breath...
See her and him became "together"...
a few months...
Hitting the block
husltin\' 2 get by...
A- anti against all african american alliances
B- because bodies be behind boarded buildings...
Saying bye to people we may never see again.
Hugging and taking picture of all are friends...
Clutters of sadness block the doorway to my soul...
Your attitude
Your style...
I know because of life that the tide will always...
This was not us our minds are playing like vines...
Blood was on the floor
as he was gettin' in the tub...
I got dumped,
I got played...
Memories of how all of us use to kick it, it seems...
The way you use to crack jokes and play...