Songtext Dear homie Ice-T

Dear homie

[hen-gee]
Dear homie, whats the hap, since your up in the sky?
With God by your side
Homie whats it like?
I know your bein treated right
No more worries
Plus youre bein heard g
I guess you know niggaz is still trippin
I dont know why, they see a future in it
Were headed for self-destruction
Cant function
Only thing I can do is pray
And thank god, for another day
Yes homie, its rough down here. I gotta watch my back
Cos its hard being black
If it aint the other
Its my own colour
Tryin to work me
Tryin to hurt me
Aint no l-o-v-e
Please tell me why, dear homie

[ice-t]
Dear homie, gang-bangin aint joke
And Im lookin over ya loc
Always knew there was fools out to get me
I didnt 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 aint nothin nice
And the place Im at is overpacked
With young blacks who crash crack and gats
I can only pray
You dont come this way
You gotta stay alive, you got a kid g
I feel ya partner but I worry alot
Bust shots
I know youre tryin to comfort me
But I dont want no company, homie

[hen-gee]
Dear homie, even though youre gone
I still fell your presence
Sometimes I can sleep
Cos I just cant 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 Im hopin, youre 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 Im at, is way high in the sky
I didnt want to die
But the life I lived was just to reckless
Too many bad marks on gods 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 youre lying in a coffin
With youre 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.
Dont wanna see ya on your back,
So for me stay sucka free, cos you dont need that, homie.

Dear homie...
Dear homie...
Ya know I miss ya homie...