this iz dedicated to my homie, he passed away during a drug deal and got shot wit a 12 gauge, he was only 17 years old, and he had a baby and his girl in the car, and the baby got shot in the arm, but thank god she is still breathing, i miss u james, i really fuckin miss you homie, much love...R.I.P, this ones 4 u homie

niggas get pressure from pressurin on the trigga go figure//
bitches is evil 14 becomin gold diggaz uphold triggaz//
im not a gangsta, a thug, a G, or live in the streetz//
but if niggaz mess wit me believe i'll be the cause of they deciese/
STOP please.........//
god show me the light, hold me upright don't let me fall under the light//
i might be scared of whats to come geezzz!!!//
im almost 18 wit no future ahead of me, James Moore watch over me, im beggin please//
understand the consequences of a man comes wit expences//
revengin all the people that hurt me would lead to eternal life sentences//
I DON'T THINK I CAN HOLD ON ANYMORE!!!!!//

all the grudges and cold parts of a ruthless nigga heart//
im tryin to change on everything but its kinda hard//
to live or die..to die or ride, changin for my siblings cause they the key of my pride//
I TRY NOT TO CRY!!!!!..........//
because i have to show my lil bro how to be a man//
but DAMN...if i can't show myself i can't show him//
they said M heads in a twist, but i bet i'll show them//
when i get big and they watchin from the front row//
FUCK THOSE, who don't believe in a broken soul....//
i lose control on everybody now the grudges i hold//
"JUSTIN MOORE LORD MAY U REST HIS SOUL".....//
cause the day my homie went away, i've never been the same//
"you don't know what u had until the person's lost"...//
and when that person's gone, its his HOMIES who pay the cost!!!!

i love u james, and remember im always wit you, much luv

R.I.P