I'm sick of all this abuse;
c'mon lets call it truse;
ya attitude is loose;
and our friend ship is gettin bruised;
so lets hurry up and end the rival;
it's not to late to pick up a bible;
theres other ways of survival;

Dear friend,
we was friends, two of a diffrent culture gang;
both of our futures were destined for a bang;
days with sun came to a sudden cloud of rain;
in your innocent eyes i could see so much pain;
both with gun point and our shirts blood stained;
i thought we made plans to be rappin in fame;
& i dont mean havin faces in papers with holes in our brains;
so now it's time for me to put down the cane;
take chalk, and on the street start to draw the line;
i feel this way, cause money and murder is a sign;
of both being handicapped with broken spines;
or maybe even death, with a shoot out like columbine;
i figure i want my wrist turning without a nine;
so i picked up the pen and wrote a song of rhymes;
too hope for the best and be more kind;
you still my dawg but now you got ya mom cryin;
comin home late with alcohol on ya breathe lyin;
& going out with work money for buying;
sighing and i'm trying to have both laces tying;
but i figure you got a heart like a lion;
& your usin it like a bitch, gang rioting;
i dont want to be the one with the lighter lighting;

I'm sick of all this abuse;
c'mon lets call it truse;
ya attitude is loose;
and our friend ship is gettin bruised;
so lets hurry up and end the rival;
it's not to late to pick up a bible;
theres other ways of survival;

It's all on me you say ,but i didnt introduce the way;
You wanted crips and i was bloods gettin laid;
you still on the corner sellin rocks and gettin paid;
and when you was down, courtesy was at your aid;
you looked up to me and now you pop bullets;
talkin crap to the bloods? come on man, cool it;
if you live, this earth right here, we gonna rule it;
but get out of the situation about tryin to pull it;
i realize when you were a child you got hit;
& shit, whoever it was i found em and they got lit;
you dont need a gun for protection, stop bein a bitch;
go back to school man, gangs aint gonna get you rich;
i'm tryin to help ya and no, i'm not buyin the cigeratte quit kit;
man dip, stuff is hittin the ceiling and i have a feeling;
that the block is hot and you shouldnt be dealing;
& maybe you should ask your mom instead of stealing;
you like a brother to me, and it would hurt to see a hearse;
your smarter than gangs, cuz our styles are adverse;
and i know you feel me, cuz shit has got worse;
last week i heard you stole money from ya moms purse;
maybe it's a curse, but you need to break away;
i dont care if it's tommorw our today;
i just dont wanna see my best friend get slayed;

I'm sick of all this abuse;
c'mon lets call it truse;
ya attitude is loose;
and our friend ship is gettin bruised;
so lets hurry up and end the rival;
it's not to late to pick up a bible;
theres other ways of survival;

sincerely,
Courtesy a.k.a Realize