Now we was once two niggaz of the same kin Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn On the block, witcha glock, trippin off scherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed Oh you a muslim now no more dope game
Heard you might be comin home, just got bail Wanna go the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble
Congratulation on the weddin, i hope your wife know She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshittin
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember I used to think for you sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit's changed and we don't even kick it Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha You tryin hard to maintain, then go head cause I ain't mad at cha
Hmmmmmmm
I ain't mad at cha I ain't mad at cha
We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't used to catch us
on the roof or behind the stairs I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow
And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here I'm through trial no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs In my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
As soon as i touch down I told my girl I'll be there So prepare, to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha
I ain't, mad, at cha I ain't mad at cha
Father forgive us for livin while all my homies stuck in prison Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison
It's like a ghetto we can never leave A broken rose givin bloom to the cracks of the concrete
So many other things for us to see Things to be, our history so full of tragedy and misery
To all my homies never made it home The dead peers I shed tattoo tears for, when I'm alone
Picture us inside a ghetto heaven, a place to rest Findin peace through this land of stress
In my chest I feel pain comin sudden storms Life full of rain in this game watch for landstorms
Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's next In this world full of countless threats
I beg God, to make a way for our ghetto kids to breathe Show a sign, make us all believe cause I ain't mad at cha
I ain't, mad at cha and I ain't mad at cha Iiiiiii ain't mad (hell nah I ain't mat at cha) at cha
I ain't, mad at cha and I ain't mad at cha I ain't, mad at cha I ain't mad at cha