I dig Jay when he's in story telling mode.. it's rare but it's been known to happen from time to time. I been playing this track for some years now.. Let's take a trip down memory, lane at the cemetaryRain grey skies, seems at the end of everyyoung black life is this line, "dam - him already?Such a good kid," got us pourin Henn' alreadyLiquor to the curb for my, nig-gaz up aboveWhen it, cracks through the pavement that's my way of sendin loveSo, give Big a hug, tell Aa-liyah I said hi'Til the next time I see her, on the other sideHe was just some thug that, caught some slugsAnd we loved him cause, in him we, saw some of usHe walked like us, talked like us,His back against the wall, nig-ga fought like us -damPoor Isis, that's his momma nameMomma ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name?Shorty never knew him, though he had his blood in himHot temper, momma said he act just like her husbandDaddy never fu-cked with him, so the streets raised himIsis blamin herself, she wish she coulda saved himdam near impossible, only men can raise menHe was his own man, not even him can save himHe put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his waistBut when you live by the gun you die by the same fateEnd up, dead before thirty-eight and ummThat's the life of us raised by winter, it's a cold worldOld girl turned to coke, tried to smoke her pain awayIsis, life just, ended on that rainy dayWhen she got the news her boy body could be vieweddown at the City Morgue, opened the drawer, saw him nudeHer addiction grew, prescription drugs, sipped in brewAngel dust, dipped in WOO!She slipped into, her own fantasy worldHad herself pregnant by a different dudeBut reality bites and, this is her lifeHe wasn't really her husband, though he called her wifeIt was just this night when, moon was fullAnd the stars were just right, and the dress was real tightshe soundin like Lisa Lisa - "I wonder if I take you homewill you still love me after this night?"Mike was the hard-head from the around the waythat she wanted all her life, sh-it she wanted all the hypeUsed to hold on tight when he wheelied on the bikeHe was the Willie all her life he wasn't really the one to likeIt was a, dude named Sha who would really treat her rightHe wanted to run to the country to escape the city lifeBut I-sis, liked this, Broadway lifeShe loved the Gucci sneakers, the red green and whitesHangin out the window when she first seen him fightShe was so turned on that she had to shower twiceHow ironic it would, be some fight thatturned into a homicide that'll alter their lifeSee Mike at thirty-two was still on the sceneHad a son fifteen that he never saw twiceSure 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-skinnded and that baby there's darkso it's, momma's baby; poppa's maybe."Mike was still crazy out there runnin the streetsspent his whole life with a thirty-eight gun in his reachIt's been fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speakHe runnin around like life's a peach, 'til one dayhe approached this thug that, had a mean mugAnd it looked so familiar that he called him "Young Cuz"Told him, "get off the strip" but the boy ain't budgeInstead he pulled out a newer thirty-eight snubHe clearly had the drop but the boy just pausedThere was somethin in this man's face he knew he seen beforeIt's like, lookin in the mirror seein hisself more matureAnd he took it as a sign from the almighty LordYou know what they say about he who hesitates in war(What's that?) He who hesitates is lostHe can't explain what he saw before his picture went blankThe old man didn't think he just followed his instinctSix shots into his kid, out of the gunNig-gaz be a father, you're killin your sonSix shots into his kid, out of the gunNig-gaz be a father, you killin your sonsMeet the parents..