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  • Текст песни Gospel Gangstas - Y Can't Da Homies Hear Me



    my dog concocked the blues
    it was just last Friday they told me about the news
    i swings my feet up out my bed into my house shoes
    its Saturday morning, no yawnin, strictly mournin
    i do's my high jeans on, my dickies, i hear a hornin
    its my homie Chill, he comes to scoop me in the plush rego
    to take me to the mall to pick up my black tuxedo
    no words, the straight face, today's no joke
    i stopped at a liquor store in the 4 to buy me a pair of loc's
    i wipe my tears up until my face was all cleared up
    we bunches out to the house to get geared up
    across the bed i laid, prayed, grieved within
    i cried again at the thought my homie died in sin
    tryin to claim the hood, straight puttin in work, getting played like spades
    and it makes my heart hurt cuz my homeis wont change
    and to make matters worse, every other month
    im visitin the pen or followin a hearse
    escorted to a funeral, gang stereotype
    cadillacs and folds rolls deep to a burial site
    Solo be tryin not to cry, but my eyes give my face a shower
    i looks to God to give me strength and power as i drop the flowers on the casket
    as i pass it by and wonders why
    and tell how many more homies got to die
    before they realize that life is quicker than the eyes
    and famin your rep by claimin your set will only lead to lost lives
    but oh, Mr. Solo knows another way
    and out of respect they sit and listen to every word that big homie Solo got to say
    and when i speak i speaks clearly
    but as they walks away they hits me up in the hood, why cant my homies hear me?


    why cant the homies hear me?
    why cant the homies hear me?
    why cant the homies hear me?
    why cant the homies hear me? hear me


    (Chille Chill):
    one more time in your mind its gangsta Chizill
    rollin thru your hood in a drop top caddy coupe devizille
    the homies at the dope spot tryin to clock deals
    packin hot steel, and just like milk they top bills
    straight servin all the young gangstas on the curve and
    got that cain and urban, even got that sherman drinkin that burban
    but they dont know the po-po
    got a videotape of their faces and they catchin cases
    and the judge is stretchin em out like they plastic
    im seein my homies goin to the pen, catchin years, thats drastic
    locked up with unaccomplished dreams and unfullfilled purpose
    goin to Hell cuz they wanted to sell, now was it worth it?
    i know all about survival, im a ghetto man
    but let me tell you where its crackin on the devil's plan
    Satan came to kill, destroy, and jack
    (what Jesus do?) but Jesus came to give you life on bizack
    but still you sell dope to the folk in your community
    its time to sit down and have a long talk, loc, just you and me
    i breaks em off to God when it hurts me dearly
    to see my homies hustle and get popped by the cops, why cant the homies hear me?


    why cant the homies hear me? listen to me homie, yeah
    why cant the homies hear me?
    why cant the homies hear me?
    why cant the homies hear me?


    (Mr. Solo):
    uh, my homies be hitting me up like im the same Solo
    but no im changed, and no i dont bang no more
    dont even trip with me cuz Solo dont owe none of you
    i know what Abe was talkin about, my hood was takin me under too
    had to go for self, had to get me some help, so now i can help someone else
    i found the Truth to pull my homies up off the devil's shelf
    i see what you see, do you see what i see
    i go to my neighbourhood, the wall is filled with RIPs
    i see OGs i looked up to cuz they was loc'ed out
    i comes to the hood to find my big homies is smoked out (smackin)
    i tell them that the Blood of Christ is able to change your life
    they wouldnt listen and they overdosin every night
    and my homegirls, no i cant forget about em
    i told em the brother was a hustler, "you can do without him"
    but still she keeps bringin him home, now she's pregnant alone, and now he's gone
    Lord please draw near me so my homies can hear me


    why cant the homies hear me? tell me why
    why cant the homies hear me? oh why?
    why cant the homies hear me?
    why cant the homies hear me?


    why? why? talk to me homie
    why? why? i wanna hear what you've got to say
    why? why? face to face, G to G, talk to me homie
    why? why? God understands what you're goin through
    why? why? ive been right there where you are
    why? why? open up and let the Love of God shine in your heart
    why? why? He wants to set you free, He want to set you free, like He did me
    why? why? oh


    im hurting inside
    God knows i dont wanna see you die, oh die, dont die
    yeah, yeah