check dis out...
friday nite, chillin wit tha niggaz,
2 shots sound out, muscles tense, pulled tha trigga,
not tonite, no thrills,
tha sound of homie, blood spills,
stress ,pain, relived wit pills.
homies gather to avenge,
speakin of revenge,
life goes on, its a part of tha circle,
homies come back with prayer, and a miracle.
but not in tha flesh, or tha blood,
sins cleaned away, wit soap n suds..
cot damn, we chillin again,
this time, we not gon loose a relative or friend,
we got niggas wit out backs,
strapped wit gats, and automateks.
fitted wit tha gangsta eye.
homie watch tha nite pass bye.
next mornin to wake up, bless and say..
like ice cube said, today was a good day...
i dunno if all that rhymed, but fo damn sho, if that was in a poetry readin, i'd probly be hearin hands clap, but thats not what i want, i just want my shit sounded out, and thought about u kno...