Y Can't Da Homies Hear Me

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my dog concocked the blues 
it was just last Friday they told me about the news 
i swings my feet up out my bed into my house shoes 
its Saturday morning, no yawnin, strictly mournin 
i do's my high jeans on, my dickies, i hear a hornin 
its my homie Chill, he comes to scoop me in the plush rego 
to take me to the mall to pick up my black tuxedo 
no words, the straight face, today's no joke 
i stopped at a liquor store in the 4 to buy me a pair of loc's 
i wipe my tears up until my face was all cleared up 
we bunches out to the house to get geared up 
across the bed i laid, prayed, grieved within 
i cried again at the thought my homie died in sin 
tryin to claim the hood, straight puttin in work,
getting played like spades 
and it makes my heart hurt 'cause my homeis wont change 
and to make matters worse, every other month 
im visitin the pen or followin a hearse 
escorted to a funeral, gang stereotype 
cadillacs and folds rolls deep to a burial site 
Solo be tryin not to cry, but my eyes give my face a shower 
i looks to God to give me strength and power as i drop
the flowers on the casket 
as i pass it by and wonders why 
and tell how many more homies got to die 
before they realize that life is quicker than the eyes 
and famin your rep by claimin your set will only lead to lost lives 
but oh, Mr. Solo knows another way 
and out of respect they sit and listen to every word
that big homie Solo got to say 
and when i speak i speaks clearly 
but as they walks away they hits me up in the hood,
why cant my homies hear me? 

why cant the homies hear me? 
why cant the homies hear me? 
why cant the homies hear me? 
why cant the homies hear me? hear me 

(Chille Chill): 
one more time in your mind its gangsta Chizill 
rollin thru your hood in a drop top caddy coupe devizille 
the homies at the dope spot tryin to clock deals 
packin hot steel, and just like milk they top bills 
straight servin all the young gangstas on the curve and 
got that cain and urban, even got that sherman drinkin that burban 
but they dont know the po-po 
got a videotape of their faces and they catchin cases 
and the judge is stretchin em out like they plastic 
im seein my homies goin to the pen, catchin years, thats drastic 
locked up with unaccomplished dreams and unfullfilled purpose 
goin to Hell 'cause they wanted to sell, now was it worth it? 
i know all about survival, im a ghetto man 
but let me tell you where its crackin on the devil's plan 
Satan came to kill, destroy, and jack 
(what Jesus do?) but Jesus came to give you life on bizack 

but still you sell dope to the folk in your community 
its time to sit down and have a long talk, loc, just you and me 
i breaks em off to God when it hurts me dearly 
to see my homies hustle and get popped by the cops,
why cant the homies hear me? 

why cant the homies hear me? listen to me homie, yeah 
why cant the homies hear me? 
why cant the homies hear me? 
why cant the homies hear me? 

(Mr. Solo): 
uh, my homies be hitting me up like im the same Solo 
but no im changed, and no i dont bang no more 
dont even trip with me 'cause Solo dont owe none of you 
i know what Abe was talkin about, my hood was takin me under too 
had to go for self, had to get me some help,
so now i can help someone else 
i found the Truth to pull my homies up off the devil's shelf 
i see what you see, do you see what i see 
i go to my neighbourhood, the wall is filled with RIPs 
i see OGs i looked up to 'cause they was loc'ed out 
i comes to the hood to find my big homies is smoked out (smackin) 
i tell them that the Blood of Christ is able to change your life 
they wouldnt listen and they overdosin every night 
and my homegirls, no i cant forget about em 
i told em the brother was a hustler, "you can do without him" 
but still she keeps bringin him home,
now she's pregnant alone, and now he's gone 
Lord please draw near me so my homies can hear me 

why cant the homies hear me? tell me why 
why cant the homies hear me? oh why? 
why cant the homies hear me? 
why cant the homies hear me? 

why? why? talk to me homie 
why? why? i wanna hear what you've got to say 
why? why? face to face, G to G, talk to me homie 
why? why? God understands what you're goin through 
why? why? ive been right there where you are 
why? why? open up and let the Love of God shine in your heart 
why? why? He wants to set you free,
He want to set you free, like He did me 
why? why? oh 

im hurting inside 
God knows i dont wanna see you die, oh die, dont die 
yeah, yeah

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