Gospel Gangstaz - Y Can't Da Homies Hear Me lyrics

My dog conco*ked 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 won't 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 pa** 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 can't my homies hear me? Why can't the homies hear me? Why can't the homies hear me? Why can't the homies hear me? Why can't 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 k**, 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 can't the homies hear me? Why can't the homies hear me? listen to me homie, yeah Why can't the homies hear me? Why can't the homies hear me? Why can't 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 wouldn't listen and they overdosin every night And my homegirls, no i can't 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 can't the homies hear me? tell me why Why can't the homies hear me? oh why? Why can't the homies hear me? Why can't 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