one day, in tha past, not someday in tha future
i told my man cashman, if you run they gon shoot ya
talkin bout tha police, no need, to be deaseaced
or released from life, atleast not tonight, make peace
but he couldnt resist tha crime, now i miss tha times
smokin trees, joke and tease, as the girls walk by, lookin fine
he needed cash fast, rappin didnt cut it.. cuz he st-st-studdered
as he approached tha liquer store, and kicked tha door, he muttered
hand ova tha paper, before ya meet ya maker, im a life taker
for goodness sake' uh, he shoulda walked away, its safer
but he persisted to steal, he risked it for real, all on tha line
cops rolled up bout quarter passed nine, too late to survive
he ran out tha back door, fell, leg was fractured, kept runnin
ran into tha dark, heard tha bark, of the canines, then gunnin
cops rang out the sirens, and my man cash was dyin
im missin him, reminiscin and, thinkin of how he was jus tryin
to survive in a home, with no dough, no way to make it quicker
so for my homey cashman.. i pour out tha liquor.

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