Lyrics:

[Open Wounds]

Sign on the dotted we caught it or at least we thought 
That through the battles the trials the projects we fought 
Our way into the lime light by keeping the rhyme tight 
That it was timed right 92 312 ready for the spot light 
Just me & Mr. Duke from Belmont & Clifton 
Foot soldiers yet talent chi-niggas ready for the picking 
Hit the studio once a week –in 20 weeks we were finished 
budget of 75k 7k in each pocket 
That went down faster than a North Ave Pay-for 
Then Duke got murdered as our dumb [bad word] waiting’ for 
Videos and fame but we being played for lames 
When the budget ran out guess who was left with the blame…? 
If it weren’t for Mr. Klein I would a owed the shirt off my back 
They trying to get loot for not getting our project off it’s back 
In fact I kept my own name, they kept our own tracks 
& now the world will never get to hear MR. Duke rap- Rest In Peace… 

Brothers got murdered in broad day for broads to lay 
Despite the death and decay I’m still here today 
Still on the bricks and f***ing with chicks while my Reagent rots 
In a prison up top [bad word] our spot 
My Beantown click is locked up and rich 
While I’m free and broke as a bi*** vowed to never get back in the [bad word] 
You can call me [bad word] or soft and continue to cake up 
While I figured I couldn’t raise my seed with 15 big and a wake up 
So who really [bad word]  In the joint you doing damage 
Work for parole get it and find out ya can’t manage 
I sent it twice and each time I went down I seen the same clowns 
With the same frowns breaking lit down-they just like me 
Eyes gleaming for g’s paid big loot for sweet guilty pleas 
Best believe I’m God but focused on these degrees 
Forever shine despite the incline to decline 
Wizened to the dime That Norface n*** that’s Big Sine 

Two weeks ago I had a cold so I’m playing the bed at home 
With my daughter & my son who’s at 4 months old 
Got on Soul Seek 
Played with my son Na’im 
Fed my son a bottle and fell asleep with him 
Woke up to the phone and had a conversation 
Made lunch for Ayana, and put us both down to nap 
Answered the phone & on a tele-fundraiser I snapped 
It was about three, almost time to pick up Nakhi 
My oldest from the bus at 4:03p 
Hit the kitchen to fix a bottle for Na’im checked the time 
3:15 hit the PC to finish typing this rhyme 
At three and a half I went over to Na’im to dress him 
His leg cold to the touch I panicked as I flipped him 
Nothing in my life could ever prepare for this 
As I stared at his body stiff from rigamortis…