[Verse: Tiron] A wise man once said that God bless the child that got his own So I keep a look out for self I help folks when I got it though With the dollars or through conversation I hollered at the homie with his hand out Next to the gas station on the corner by my crib Lit one in the middle, then I slid him the pack Cause he going through it Knew the story before he said it Bet it all on a feeling he ain't feeling Children, got two of them, losing them wasn't easy But he couldn't leave it alone that easy, believe me I see it in his eyes, he tried He finished and I sighed with him Let him know that I was on his side Even though I didn't know him Kind of felt like I owed him for the times that I just walked by And didn't show him that respect that we all should What if I knew how much it meant to him just to hear me say "God bless and hello, how you doing?" Instead of tossing him a dime When all he really wanted was a moment of my time I gave him a pound plus a couple of bucks And before he thanked me, I thanked him "Thank you."