Dear Homie lyrics

Artist  : Ice-t 
Song : Dear Homie



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 "Dear Homie"
(feat. Hen-Gee)

[Hen-Gee] 
Dear Homie, whats the hap, since your up in the
sky? 
With God by your side 
Homie what's it like? 
I know your bein' treated right
No more worries
Plus you're bein heard G 
I guess you know niggaz is still trippin
I don't know why, they see a future in it 
We're headed for self-destruction 
Can't function
Only thing I can do is pray 
And thank God, for another day 
Yes Homie, it's rough down here. I gotta watch my
back 
Cos it's hard being black 
If it ain't the other
It's my own colour 
Tryin to work me 
Tryin to hurt me 
Ain't no L-O-V-E 
Please tell me why, Dear Homie

[Ice-T]
Dear Homie, gang-bangin ain't joke 
And I'm lookin over ya loc 
Always knew there was fools out to get me 
I didn't even hear the gunshots till after the
slugs hit me 
I grabbed for my chest and my neck, hopin
When my head hit the ground my skull busted open 
You used to ask for my advice
Well Dear Homie, dyin ain't nothin nice
And the place I'm at is overpacked
With young blacks who crash crack and gats 
I can only pray 
You don't come this way
You gotta stay alive, you got a kid G
I feel ya partner but I worry alot 
Bust shots
I know you're tryin' to comfort me 
But I don't want no company, Homie 

[Hen-Gee]
Dear Homie, even though you're gone
I still fell your presence 
Sometimes I can sleep 
Cos I just can't see
Reality like it really should be seen
I still reminisce on how we used to kick it 
Strollin' the yard, just hangin' out together 
Down for whatever, whenever 
And now I'm hopin, you're seeing a true friend in
me 
we where meant to be

[Ice-T]
Dear Homie, you used to call me O.G. 
Now ya really gotta look up to me 
Cos the place I'm at, is way high in the sky
I didn't want to die 
But the life I lived was just to reckless 
Too many bad marks on God's checklist
And many many brothers will go out
Just tryin to get that hard-core street clout 
But a street reps final test, is when you're
lying in a coffin 
with you're hands folded on your chest. 
Then ya hear the girls cry
Then ya hear the brothers lie 
Talkin' about how down you was 
Then the next week the back on the street, they
cold forgot ya cuz'. 
Don't wanna see ya on your back, 
So for me stay sucka free, cos you don't need
that, Homie. 

Dear Homie... 
Dear Homie... 
Ya know I miss ya Homie...