Saigon - Letter to Omnipotent, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro] S to the A. Coalition. Hundred proof. A lot of sh** on my mind, man. Yeah. This sh** ain't getting no better, fam. Damn… [Verse 1] Yo, I don't think that y'all ready For me and the kid from the Five Deadly Think back hard and ask God, “Why Jerry? Why couldn't it been one of them that I buried?” I do the next ten, stretchin' the law library Yo, I'mma chill ‘cause I'm startin' to feel my eye blurry And I remember you told me never to cry, Jerry Anyway, you down here. Your nation rock [durry?] Listen, they brother Mike just robbed Marbury I hundred-fifty G piece, they pawned it already Cop bricks and flood it from the Bronx to [?] Life change—n***as dying over dice games Ice change—you would think that Christ came And took all of his people and left The rest of us sinners to suffer, get drugged addicted and wallow in d**h Some police shot Diallo to d**h Sometimes, I sit and wonder how many of my tomorrows is left [Interlude] Damn, man… It's f**ed up out here, man. Just, man… I don't even know what to say no more, man. Trying to make this sh** right, man. Yo, Omnipotent… [Verse 2] I still think about y'all n***as each day of the week Every day, it seem to get harder to stay in the street I'm so used to just spraying the heat But now, when the kid front, I got ta hold my head, control my temper I know what I'm supposed to remember And I heard Big'll be home some time close to December I can't wait for y'all to see how much noise that I'm making Without a major label—even signed n***as is hating But they can't make the rhymes that I'm making I remember what you said, Omnipotent. n***a, “Timing is errything.” n***as gon' recognize who the best in the---Eh! I almost forgot (yo, I'll tell you). I got arrested again Ayo, the D's was duck huntin', locked me for robbery When I ain't stuck nothin'. Came with cop and arraignment Told ‘em, “s** somethin'.” They hit me with a smack or two Gave me a black and blue. Frontin' when your hands in back of you You know how crackers do. But, oh well Stripped me and threw me inside a cold cell I'm in the corner, shivering, thinking how I can post bail You know the game—when you get locked, nobody on your block true Ma's pockets is burning and I don't f** with pop dukes Now I'mma cop loot. I'mma have to go to shock group If not, I'll be wiling up in Attica, yelling, “Hot soup!” They gon' force me to lose it This sh** I've been falsely accused with Do with the crime—I divorced it for music I rap, nig…