Walk Wit Me

The Game;

Hey yo the kid still at it, woke up from that coma

Seen hell came back and here comes my first classic

Still chop it up at the table, still put dope in the

bag

and still got dope, under the mattress

It was hustle before rappin, nuttin before that and

12 years old, a lost soul, bumpin "Illmatic"

Gunshots tried and almost took the young kid's live

Can't do it I been through it the young kid survived

Got the ghetto on my shoulder homey, it's gon' be a

long ride

Bear with me, I'ma take you there with me

Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more stormy

weather

Streets is mine, we gon' live forever

Get it together 'Pac is watchin, Big is listenin

Eazy is talkin to us, Big Pun is witnessin

While they souls still glistenin in ghettos from

Compton to Brooklyn

the shells cry, every hood's anthem

Where everybody goes to church and prayers are never

answered

And they throwin us curveballs but we Hank Aarons

A picture with no canvas, streets are so skanless

Young'uns jump rope, play ball with fiends and dope

handlers

Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no families

Lost and often runaway or live with grandparents

Life stories with no authors, see it through,

Robinson's cubicles

When time life is so beautiful

Walk with me we can make it if we try, lost soldiers

sometimes

We gotta die but it's okay to cry

Mothers strugglin tryin to survive, reach out grab my

hand

I got'cha, won't let you go for nuttin, I promise

Praises due to Elijah Muhammad, peace be unto Farad

Muhammad

Words of Minister Farrakhan

Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water your soil

Stop fightin amongst ourself from birth we royal

Who's king we fightin over a crown, while lifeguards

watch the hopes and dreams of kids and young teens

drown

More infants bein born with AIDS, more parents mournin

graves

The plot thickens, somebody show us the way

Tears crackin the pavement, streets breakin up

The thrill is gone and it's a long walk home

So we might as well start runnin, if it's there gotta

take it

'Member Jada said "We Gon' Make It"

And it shouldn't take 9/11 to bring our minds together

Shit rough we'll grind together

Light a candle we can shine forever or I can pass

So I won't miss Aaliyah's concert in heaven

Live life while we listen to my old heads

So I glow like the memory of Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez

Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me through the

hood mayne

Where street lights flicker and Chuck Taylors hang

And nobody know they neighbor's name 'less they sell

weed or cocaine

A lot of black clouds on a block but no rain

And Game got a lot to say, so they wanna take me down

in my own front yard like Marvin Gaye

Can't do it by myself, people need help

Keep on tryin to live healthy 'til the end of my days

And when I die won't lead my daughter astray, lookin

from heaven

Watch my people drive my coffin through the Compton

parade