Ms. Jenkins

[Hook: sample of "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen] Momma, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Momma, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away [Ca$his] Geah, it's Ca$his, Shady Records Real music, not fool music [Verse 1] There was just - a lot tears shed over what you been through A mother's pain pays, for what her kid do As Brian light fades, in the rearview You enslaved to her, but gotta skid through We was both bangin, Brian and I Different neighborhoods so we chose different sides Confrontaton in the street, so we had to ride I won the fight, his pride felt I had to die He screamed 1-8-7; I say, "I never hide" You know where I'm at boy, I ain't hard to find A couple weeks went by, we passin time He seen me in the alley with his niggas, I Was just dealin off Cavi then I seen the .9 Then I, heard a shot, he just kept firin I started runnin, duckin, now I'm hidin The whole time conscious of my own homicide and I got away, click-click in the nick of time His clip dropped down, he start signifyin "You a bitch Ca$h, run with your bitch ass" Heard sirens, then I heard him hit the gas Right then, I knew your son wouldn't last I said to myself, "Folk, I gotta kill his ass" Roll through my apartment, hit the buildin fast Gun out of my closet, hit the stick and dash Put the, strap in my pocket, on my mission I saw him Down the block sittin back, sippin 'gnac I walked up like, "What's the business fam?" He stared death in the eyes, then he shook his head The broad he was with, shook as fuck Put the barrel to his head, buck buck buck! He fell to the ground, grass covered with blood I probably go to hell for what I did to your son I walked off slowly bugged, I ain't run It's been five years, and no it's never over He left me no choice, I offer you closure... He left me no choice, I offer you closure [Hook] [Hook 2X: Ca$his - overlapping Hook] Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love Hi, I'm Ca$his, I murdered your son I'm closin the chapter, on what has begun Dear Ms. Jenkins, I murdered your son [Verse 2] Dear momma, if you gettin this letter I'm dead, I'm sorry if you gettin this letter Wait - I'm sorry I ain't live a lil' better My own selfish will wouldn't send you this letter See - I had my hat cocked on the wrong spot I threw the right sign up, on the wrong block Blaow, blaow, bloaw! Ramone shot Fuck a Ca$his momma! Ramone shot It started as a fight, on a distant night But far off the homicide, pistols tight We still... grieve over your brother Now you, grieve over your son - what the fuck? He squabbed me up, this my hood Some nigga named Ca$his from Chris' hood He supposed to come back with iron, I ain't scared Yes I am momma, I don't wanna be dead But I can't run; too late, to try and change it Born as your son but dyin as a banger When my name gets discussed for entertainment Never share this letter with a stranger Please, please [Hook] + [Hook] [Verse 3] Dear Brian, it's Ca$his, I can't sleep I had to bang you, before you bang me Just like I blame you, you could blame me We both gave up our lives for banging (yeah) We didn't know each other but we share the same hate Your death is my life, so we share the same fate This ain't what bangin was for, killin for nothin Your death gave karma for the death of my woman (Monique!) I'm tryin to make amends cause within I'm croak But outside I'm hard, my friends don't know I'm sorry that I killed you, I know it don't mean shit We both could've stopped it, if we only seen shit Happens for a reason we don't even know it When you leave here, do you know where you goin? I'm sendin my apologies through a song Maybe we can reconcile when I'm gone [Hook] + [Hook]