This is for my niggas who's gone,
And all my playas who behind the wall,
And all the mamas' who be standing tall,
And all the kids who be paying The Cost,
This is for my niggas who's gone,
And all them playas who behind the wall,
And all the mamas' who be standing tall,
And all the kids who be paying The Cost,
As I sit alone in a zone at home,
I'm thinking 'bout my potnas that's dead and gone,
Or in the penitentiary yo stuck in a cell,
Man that's modern day slavery they goin' through hell,
Just because they tried to keep they family fed,
How they gon' hold they head doin' time in the Fed?,
You might as well be resting in peace, why's that?,
Cuz they never steppin' foot on the streets, that's a fact,
I got a letter from a hardhead written in blood,
Sayin' please show a thug love, nigga what,
He didn't need no money (why?), cuz money ain't love,
He just needed some pictures of his niggas at the club,
And some flicks of some tricks in some skimpy ass shit,
So he can visualize the world the way he left it,
But yo it gets deeper, it's bumpin' in your speakers,
And I ain't tryin' to teach ya, I'm just tryin' to reach ya,
This is for my niggas who's gone,
And all my playas who behind the wall,
And all the mamas' who be standing tall,
And all the kids who be paying The Cost,
This is for my niggas who's gone,
And all them playas who behind the wall,
And all the mamas' who be standing tall,
And all the kids who be paying The Cost,
To all my independent mamas that's goin' through the drama,
Hold Yo Head Up With Me,
I know it gets hard tryin' to play both parts,
Being a mama and a daddy to a child that's so smart,
I can feel ya pain but you gotta be strong,
Even though ya kids asking, when Daddy comin' home?,
You knowin' in ya mind he ain't never comin' back,
They gave him 25 years for 2 grams of crack,
So ya gotta do what you gotta do,
Don't let them haters in the streets influence you,
Cuz you a queen Mama, chasing ya dreams Mama,
Just keep ya faith in The Man and you'll succeed Mama,
I heard with no progress then there's no struggle,
But you gotta get tougher when the road gets rougher,
I'm glad you stayin' strong for me ya black queen,
Much love from The Hitman Archie Lee,
This is for my niggas who's gone,
And all my playas who behind the wall,
And all the mamas' who be standing tall,
And all the kids who be paying The Cost,
This is for my niggas who's gone,
And all them playas who behind the wall,
And all the mamas' who be standing tall,
And all the kids who be paying The Cost,
To all the kids in the world that's paying The Cost,
In the day to day struggles from lives that's lost,
They tell you stay in school that's the golden rule,
But it's hard to learn now (what?), cuz kids packin' tools,
But ya education is the road to salvation,
These obstacles we facing in the nation just to make it,
And you ain't gotta be guilty to be incarcerated,
We on lockdown now and I damn sure hate it,
There's a million things runnin' through my mind,
(That's right, that's right),
So many niggas catching cases just for tryin' to grind,
(Say what)?,
And that's real I'm loving my kids because I feel,
When they daddy in they life I can tell 'em the deal,
Lord bless the child that can hold his own,
Taking step by step so he'll never be alone,
And if you goin' through it niggas then rewind this song,
And if you feel like I'm feeling then you crying to this song,
Archie Lee talking:
This is for my niggas who's gone,
And all my playas who behind the wall,
And all the mamas' who be standing tall,
And all the kids who be paying The Cost,
This is for my niggas who's gone,
And all them playas who behind the wall,
And all the mamas' who be standing tall,
And all the kids who be paying The Cost,

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