Woo! Uhh, uhh
It's "The Gift & the Curse"
Uhh, uhh yea
First they love me then they hate me then they love me again.. they love me again
Let's take a trip down.. I gotcha Let's take a trip down memory, lane at the cemetery
Rain grey skies, seems at the end of every young black life is this line,  [bad word] - him already?
Such a good kid," got us pouring Henn' already
Liquor to the curb for my, niggas up above
When it, cracks through the
pavement that's my way of
sendin love
So, give Big a hug, tell Aa-liyah I said hi 'Til the next time I see her, on the other side He was just some thug that,
caught some slugs And we loved him cause, in him we, saw some of us He walked like us, talked like us His back against the wall, [bad word] fought like us - [bad word] Poor Isis, that's his momma
name Momma ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name? Shorty never knew him, though
he had his blood in him Hot temper, momma said he act just like her husband
Daddy never [bad word] with him, so the streets raised him
Isis blaming herself, she wish she could've saved him [bad word] near impossible, only men can raise men He was his own man, not even
him can save him
He put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun
you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
winter, it's a cold world
Old girl turned to coke, tried to smoke her pain away Isis, life just, ended on that rainy day When she got the news her boy
body could be viewed down at the City Morgue,
opened the drawer, saw him
nude Her addiction grew, prescription [bad word]  shift and brew Angel dust, dipped in WOO!
She slipped into, her own fantasy
world Had herself pregnant by a different dude But reality bites and, this is her
life He wasn't really her husband, though he called her wife It was just this night when, moon was full
And the stars were just right, and the dress was real tight
Had her sounding like Lisa Lisa - I wonder if I take you home
will you still love me after this
night? Mike was the hardhead from the around the way
that she wanted all her life, [bad word] she wanted all the hype
Used to hold on tight when he
wheelied on the bike He was a Willie all her life he
wasn't really the one to like
It was a, dude named Shy who
would really treat her right
He wanted [bad word] to the country to escape the city life But I-sis, like this, Broadway life
She loved the Gucci sneakers,
the red green and whites
Hangin out the window when
she first seen him fight She was so turned on that she had to shower twice How ironic it would, be some
fight that turned into a homicide that'll
alter their life
See Mike at thirty-two was still on the scene
Had a son fifteen that he never saw twice
Sure he saw him as an infant,
but he dissed on him like "If that was my son, he would
look much different.
See I'm light-skinned and that
baby there's dark so it's, momma's baby; poppa's
maybe."
Mike was still crazy out [bad word] the streets  [bad word] niggas want?)
Had his old reliable with thirty-
eight gun in his reach
It's been fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speak [bad word] around like life's a peach, 'til one day he approached this thug that,
had a mean mug
And it looked so familiar that he called him "Young Cuz"
Told him, get off the strip but
the boy ain't budge  [bad word] you)
Instead he pulled out a newer
thirty-eight snub
He clearly had the drop but the boy just paused (hold up)
There was somethin in this man's face he knew he seen before It's like, lookin in the mirror seeing hisself more mature And he took it as a sign from the
almighty Lord
You know what they say about
he who hesitates in war (What's that?) He who hesitates is lost He can't explain what h