Can we please have a moment of silence?
Thats for my niggaz doin years in confinement
And for my soldiers who passed over, no longer living
That couldnt run whenever the reaper came to get em
Can we please pour out some liquor?
Symobolizin, lets take in time to consider that
Though our thugs aint here, the love is here
And we gon rep til slugs kill us here
This for my dawgs stuck in the struggle tryin to gain
Smokin trauma, sniffin Ra while sellin cocaine
Trapped in the game, not knowin how to stop and get by
To live it alive, so instead they live it to die
Can we please have a moment of peace?
For every G that fell for his flag in the streets
Bloodin and thuggin, folkin and lokin
Crypin and creepin, Latin and kingin
Or just for poor righteous teachin
As day comes and night falls
For the rest of our life well miss yall
And even though life must go on, well still mourn
While wishin yall were home
Yeah, and can we have another moment of silence?
For brothers who died from black-on-black violence
From here to the Dark Continent were rebels sell diamonds
To clients all over the world, got little Black girls dyin
And can we please pour some more liquors?
For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy -- my niggaz
Heres another Warrior Song from Nasty and Quan
Its to him I pass the baton to carry this on
Streets Disciple, salute to those whos gone with bullets
And I promise through rhymin Quan gon rep his life to the fullest
And can we please have a moment of truth?
For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots
And families back home who pray they make it home safe
Hopin that they dont get hit with a stray or missiles
This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you
Mommy Im still here, wishin I was there with you
Lets take em home
And can we please have a moment to mourn?
For Pac, Biggie and Pun cause through us they live on
Jam Master Jay, Freaky Ty and Aaliyah
Big L and Left Eye, when we die we hope to see ya
Can we please have a moment for children?
Who got raped or murdered, or trapped in the system
Who never knew their father, never learned to dream
But was guided by drug dealers, killers and crack fiends
For single mothers thats forced to play mom and dad
Bustin her ass to give her kids shit she never had
For my niggaz in the pen hopin rhymesll get em signed
So when released, they can say bye to a life of crime
For every mother that held a son in the street bleedin
Cryin a song of sorow to dark and deep for speakin
Just a moment outside the day to day struggle
To let the ones we really care about know that we love em
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