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>Aye yo, I saw my man the other day he say he need a handout
>Said he had some live and some boy but it ran out
>His partner had a number, but connections didn't pan out
>And every other road he dialed was looking like the same route
>Told him he could blame it on the cocaine drought
>Since the boys got arraigned and all the names came out
>Now I don't know nobody dealing, sitting on the steps
>By the library building, busted him a short
>Then I asked about his children, told me he ain't seen 'em
>Since they momma tried to kill him, laughed and told the homie
>"I forgot about that shit, she caught you in the crib
>Rollin' off in a fat bitch, tried to pull the heater
>But you hid under the mattress and jumped out the window
>Butt naked, it was classic" I paused
>Cuz my homie wasn't laughing with me
>So I tried to switch the topic up casually
>He exhaled smoke and threw his hat in the street
>Said, "Playa, I don't understand what happened to me
>Remember how I used to live extravagantly
>White Jays, scuff free, with immaculate steez
>Stacked Gs, cop keys like they was practically free
>Now I'm scrambling these streets in this raggedy tee"
>I was puzzled by his feelings of inadequacy
>Then I saw the track mark when he pulled back on his sleeve
>Yeah, my homie got a habit it seems
>Sad, cuz I kinda wanna dap him and leave
>But I been down the same road so I put it on front street
>Then he stepped back like he wanted to punch me
>Told him, sit down, it's been a minute since we hung out
>Apologized for bringing up the fact that he was strung out
>Caught me off guard, and I know that life's hard
>But I really hate to see the homie in the graveyard
>Cuz all I wanna do is see my people live large
>I always try to see my people better than they are
>He told me he would clean up, said it was a promise
>Looked me in my eyes to imply that he was honest
>But I know that I would lie too, back when I was on it
>So even when I nodded I was feeling broken hearted
