never made it back home Lyrics

What's the future for a young black male

With no direction

My lil homie I try to tell him

To find something you love to do and perfect it

Never doubt yourself

And stay away from those who are negative

He said kill or be killed nigga you know I'm stepping

Mr. Morale it can get wild hand on my weapon

I lack guidance I act violent for my protection

I been shot a couple times and I ain't learn my lesson

All I got in this world is me and my big sister

No mom and dad

Cause we was raised up in the foster system

Dropped out of high school and ran away

I banged the set that's my family

I robbed a steal cause I ain't plan to pay

Jumped in the car and hit the gas swervin

A nigga really beat that charge for attempted murder

A nigga really livin' lost I don't know my purpose

Mind praying for me dawg I hope the Lord heard it

I do the best that I can

Feel like I'm losin' hope

I try to move forward

But get pushed back like a cuticle

Here we go again

I just went to another funeral

A father leaves behind a son and daughter

Got the drop on this location and caught him

You never know when it's your last day

So many homies checked out early

And they passed away

I often wonder

If they made it to them pearly gates

I need to change my mind of frame

It's a worldly place

My sister said if I don't change

I'll see her early grave

Having dreams of seeing me dying

She had the nerve to say

That I don't have much time left

But only god can judge

Where I'm gon' end up next

That's a great question

Didn't see it coming retaliation they straight

All my black king's dying

By the hands of our own

Went to the store

And never made it back home

The opp's gone slide

It's not a playground

Value life nothing to play around

All my black king's dying

By the hands of our own

Went to the store

And never made it back home

The opps gone slide it's not a playground

Value life nothin' to play around

All my black king's dying

By the hands of our own

Went to the store

And never made it back home

All my black king's dying

By the hands of our own

Went to the store

And never made it back home

The opps gon' slide it's not a playground

Value life nothin' to play around

All my black king's dying

By the hands of our own

Went to the store

And never made it back home

The opps gon' slide it's not a playground

Value life nothin' to play around

All my black king's dying

By the hands of our own

Went to the store

And never made it back home

Home never made it back home