These are my words to my first born      Can you picture, young niggaz in a rush to grow?   'Til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat   Probably never even saw it comin'   Too busy bullshittin', caught him with his mouth runnin'      Ain't this a bitch, they got me twisted in this game   The feds and the punk, police pointin' pistols at my brain   I wonder if I'm wrong 'cause I'm thugged out   My homies murdered execution style runnin' in the drug house      What was supposed to be a easy hit, now shit is flipped   'Cause niggaz died over bullshit   It's not my dream, I'm seein' pictures of a broken man   No witnesses, only the questions of who smoked the man      Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime   Though it ain't logical we hobble through these tryin' times   Livin' blind, Lord help me with my troubled soul   Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?      And right before I put my head on the pillow   Say a prayer, one love to the thugs in heaven, I'll see you there   It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned, help you   Make it through the storm, my words to my first born, "Feel me"      My words to my first born   My words to my first born      Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed   So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse   And though it hurt me there was no distortion   'Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions      Quiet your soul, 'cause you know what you had to do   And so did victims of a world they never came to   I understand it's a better day comin' sometimes cat's be sleepin'   On the dead end, drivin' with the car runnin' blinded      Ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn   Love letters to the innocent and unborn   All the babies that died up on the table   Wasn't able to breathe, 'cause the family wasn't able      Can't blame her I would do the same   All I could give it was my debt and my last name   'Cause in the game things change livin' up and down   This hard life got me walkin' with my head down      Flashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?   But I'll never get to know, so I carry on   It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born   My words to my first born, "Feel me"      My words to my first born   Yeah, these are the words to my first born   Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga      Two thousand somethin' somethin' it's a new era   A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear   See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt, what else is it dawg?   The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk      Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this   Attack this, the mack must roll, hood stroll   Ain't no question is it, above the law hustlers   If it's related to chips, homey we'll handle ya      Although we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang   By all means, stack green, gangsta lean, they say money make   The world go 'round so only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers   And niggaz that's truly down      And keep God first and give thanks for the good times   As well as when it hurts   It's player haters every corner you hit   Touchin' their tits, hella thick, tryin' to get you for yo' grip      I know you stressed out and fed up   But come out, gun-blazin', and keep yo' head up   You can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change   Above the law, 2Pac, OG's in this rap game      And we done lived a long hard life   And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights   Y'all, although we grew up, corrupted and scorned   We still got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born      What you gon' tell your kids nigga?   Who was you? What was you doin'? How did you put it down?   These my words to my motherfuckin' first born   So they can know, y'knahmean? Haha      Ain't nuttin' but a motherfuckin' rider, wessyde 'til I die   That's all it was, it's a crooked-ass hand   They deal a motherfucker, I just played to win   I just played to win, motherfucker got a better guess than I