[Verse One: Havoc]
Why the $#&@ did your your $$# have to go and get knocked
now you got me on the phone, straight talkin' to the cops

tryin' to verify your government
they got you now, they lovin' it,
they wanna hang that $$#, couldn't get you in the past

though I can't see your problem
you was still young at the time
did a lot of older things, you was ahead of your time

never told you to slow down
resee your crown heights, you wild
all I could say was be careful

give you a dap to bounce
%#@! that you went through
watched the drama amount

gave a $#&@ long, you wasn't part of the body count
now I feel guilty, half the blame of your incarceration
till the interveine, when you first started catching cases

$#&@ to this, dunn, now you in there
gotta hold it down, you mother's only son
and I'ma ride for you, baby, 'cause a lot of it is still love

I'm still there, when you get home, I'ma be there

[Chorus: Havoc (4x)]


You gotta (hold on)
No matter (how long)

And it seems (so long)

[Verse Two: Prodigy]

I can't believe they got my dunn, it feel like my fault
'cause I fronted you that money to get that dough
any man's ain't accountable for they action

still and all I feel responsible for you being gone
I hit the mall 'till it happened, k.a. now & then
just so, you can live and keep your little cosmetics

in that five years, it was a little dough we made
out of sight, out of mind, naw dog
it's not me, I miss you

you on my mind daily
even though I scribe to a ^!$$%, really, you feel me
trying to get my %#@! together

so you could be proud, when you touch down
we got businesses to run now
peep it back how we used to run up in a ^!$$%'s house

on some pety crime %#@!, boy we was not playin'
on occassion, I still check ya, brotha 'tll the end
Black, and bone crazy $$#

reading ya letters, I see you ain't losin' ya sense of humour
talkin' to you on the phone made my day cooler
tellin' me, how you'll deaf, to see your nose out

you need to bring your black $$# home
and cut that bull%#@! out
I could remember me and killa would test our new guns in the projects

'cause that's where police won't come, iller g
my ^!$$% 'till death do us
you almost home, until then

hold ya head, dunn

[Chorus: Havoc (4x)]


You gotta (hold on)
No matter (how long)

And it seems (so long)