[Verse 1] Check it Well let me tell you bout this little n***a. Right before they k**ed him He had dreams of getting cream No one to follow, but his father was a Elohim but what the f** that mean if he isn't active. dreams of hearing clapping while he was rappin But the only the clapping was them guns. Moms scared to lose her son, to the slums. But that's how they lived, tryna move up like the Jeffersons Drug Dealers they was meddling As he walked home, dropped his bookbag and start to settled in Hearing, gunshot and n***as stressing how the blood cots 5 percents on the block His older brother working two jobs He was his brothers keepers And if you f** with him then he gonna Seak ya. Fact he had a brother by the name of patch Neighborhood cats would say they was the good batch Of kids, they don't belong here. I admired them, but me and Rj we had the tightest grip When I cried he would wipe my tears , I had his back like where the spinal is. His moms, ended up preganant said this son would never be neglected. Let alone fooled by the reverends. And when he had dreams I would protect them Cause the demons wouldn't let him catch it [hook screwed voice] If you have dreams you better catch em Cause Good folks die young. it's like a chain reaction Then you see the lights flashing and you can't escape man he was just here yesterday Talking face to face, but now the image fades away. And it's hurts me soul, to see his mom cry. Asking god why. why.... Who said good folks is not supposed to die... [Angelika Vee] We, we don't have to worry 'bout nothing Cause we got the fire, and we're burning one hell of a something They, they gonna see us from outer space Light it up, like we're the stars of the human race When the light's turning down x2