Dear Homie Lyrics - Ice T

Dear Homie, what's the hap, since your up in the sky? 

With God by your side 

Homie what's it like? 

I know your bein' treated right 

No more worries 

Plus you're bein heard G 

I guess you know niggaz is still trippin 

I don't know why, they see a future in it 

We're headed for self-destruction 

Can't function 

Only thing I can do is pray 

And thank God, for another day 

Yes Homie, it's rough down here. I gotta watch my back 

'cause it's hard being black 

If it ain't the other 

It's my own colour 

Tryin to work me 

Tryin to hurt me 

Ain't no L-O-V-E 

Please tell me why, Dear Homie 

Dear Homie, gang-bangin ain't joke 

And I'm lookin over ya loc 

Always knew there was fools out to get me 

I didn't 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 ain't nothin nice 

And the place I'm at is overpacked 

With young blacks who crash crack and gats 

I can only pray 

You don't come this way 

You gotta stay alive, you got a kid G 

I feel ya partner but I worry a lot 

Bust shots 

I know you're tryin' to comfort me 

But I don't want no company, Homie 

Dear Homie, even though you're gone 

I still fell your presence 

Sometimes I can sleep 

'cause I just can't 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 I'm hopin, you're seeing a true friend in me 

We where meant to be 

Dear Homie, you used to call me O.G. 

Now ya really gotta look up to me 

'cause the place I'm at, is way high in the sky 

I didn't want to die 

But the life I lived was just to reckless 

Too many bad marks on God's 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 you're lying in a coffin 

With you're 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 'cause'. 

Don't wanna see ya on your back, 

So for me stay sucka free, 'cause you don't need that, Homie.