[Verse 1]

His eyes bloodshot red

I watched him as he took a fifth of Henny to the head in memory of his brother

Reminiscin' on them playing Sega with each other

He was hurtin', I could see it, plenty tears, no Kleenex

I stood by his side because that was my homie

Gave him a hug, some of his brother's blood got on me

Clinchin' his fist on some angry shit

Stood up, sat back down on the curb and asked me who they be hangin' with

I wasn't sure, so I gave him no answer

But I was sure that he had him a blammer and wanted war

Revenge, what do you say to a good friend

That just lost it and grabbin' choppers out the closet?

I tried my best to make him re-neg

But he was like, "My nig, this feelin' is more than personal"

I stood down

He hopped in a four-door Honda Accord

Before he bent the block, he said, "K-Dot...

"...You wouldn't understand"

[Chorus]

(These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes

Not by choice, but forced to be a menace

Can someone just pray for me, oh woe)

Or, at least, try to understand

(The city pressure

The AK-47, twin MAC-11s

The Desert Eagle shotty and the Smith & Wessons

Pray for me, oh woe)

[Verse 2]

Corners become monuments for the dead

Candles on the pavement, postcard read

Rest in peace, the yellow tape blockin' off the streets

A baby mama yellin' at the police

But you don't understand

You figure that we're just a bunch of niggas but the picture here's a story untold

See, this wasn't in our plans

Babies from the late '80s wasn't born crazy, we was raised that way

Put that Malcom X book down, then raise that K

Complete chaos when we off X pills and St. Ides

Look the devil in the face, from a sane eye

Cast the spell on you like Makeelah and the Bee

Every killer in the street is a teen with a corrupted mind

Substance, time, is no longer an issue

We don't have it, so pass the tissue

Then close the casket, kiss the momma when you can

And tell her you understand, but you don't understand

[Chorus]

(These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes

Not by choice, but forced to be a menace

Can someone just pray for me, oh woe)

And, hopefully, you'll understand

(The city pressure

The AK-47, twin MAC-11s

The Desert Eagle shotty and the Smith & Wessons

Pray for me, oh woe)

[Verse 3]

He came back fifteen minutes later

He said, "Dot, I went on one, do me this favor

Dump these guns in a safe place, let nobody see you

This as critical as it gets, my nigga, I need you"

I said, "Alright, so what happened?"

"Seen a few niggas slippin' and I just started clappin'

I didn't care who I was hittin'"

That's wild shit, but anyway, I got you

I love you my nigga make sure you hit me up by tomorrow

I woke up the next mornin' with a cold

Allergies got me sneezin' and wipin' my nose when it was leaking

Checked the medicine cabinet, lookin' for some DayQuil

But all I seen was some Aspirin, s'just my luck

I got up, went to Rite-Aid

Hopin' that the pharmacy department had the right aid

I bought it and left

Walked to the parking lot, that's when I seen the faces of death

Said they was lookin' for my man, with a chopper in they hand

Prayin' that it would jam, but you don't understand

[Chorus]

(These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes

Not by choice, but forced to be a menace

Can someone just pray for me, oh woe)

I'm tellin' you, do you understand?

(The city pressure

The AK-47, twin MAC-11s)

Huh? Do you understand?

(The Desert Eagle shotty and the Smith & Wessons

Pray for me, oh woe)

[Outro]

It's like

It's a revolving door

That I've been a part of

My whole life

Fucked up, right?