Live Me Long

[Verse 1] All follow Mr. Jones, as he reminisce Reminisce take chance to remember this I was fifteen, anti-Fiend Never thought I'd make it to music as a dream All I had was Kevin and my momma Jackie The pen and pad, and a half a pappy Taught up from the brought up, that you gots to be hard Shit, New Orleans the city, I remember fighting over wards See Lord, before you give me the charge, peep my cause I'm a nigga no more or less, surrounded by flaws I'm all yours but understand my future thoughts are few My days could be navy blue, and I'mma believe in You See I'm true, because my niggas keep me going as well Dropping tears cause I'm the only one alive to tell And if I'm going to hell, at least my life was enriched By keeping family beside me, and they accepted me as clique [Hook 2x] If I'm a soldier in Your world, live me long Cause I done got my hustle on and I done done wrong No one understands me, not even my family That's why I believe in You, to see my ass through, my God [Verse 2] I entertains my brain with a cloud of smoke My brother been gone for five years, and this is how I cope I hope, wishing and praying that myself could be next My girl died straight innocent but because of a ex Got me vexed, drinking, loading my gun under the moon And no matter how many bullets, bringing her back no time soon I'm tired of departing, with killing, all of my dogs Viewing bodies every other day, on Washington and Broad Oh Lord, I'm even scary to open obituaries Getting mail from cemetaries stating that I'm buried Pain varies, to tell the truth it all hurts the same You bound to see some rain, cause life is a strange game Bullets don't carry names, but man, is life short Now he on the life support, from not the right support I hope the court lock the killer, and lose the key A small fee, from what that nigga did to a family [Hook 2x] [Verse 3] Shit, I'm a reminisce like this while I'm in a good state of mind Now or never, Lord truly knows, ain't no greater time Down the line, I done lost some of my best partners Bullet poppers got em cause around, wasn't the coppers Now who's to blame, the hunted or the hunter? Comfort his mom much as I can and wonder Was my prayers to God injected or neglected Question the Man if I can or respect it Shit, suggested by many, since they gone best forget 'em Seein' him be placed in the ground got me screamin, "Bury me with 'em" My Lord, he never saw his newborn, a gorgeous daughter Killing in my city like there's something in the water Why bother? Because Fiend stranded here till I'm gone And a soldier gon' survive till it's time to go home Now notice I'm a survivor My feelings go out to the family of G-Slimm, and Miss Michelle Tyler [Hook 4x]