Remedy & Ellis Martin:
This is a letter to my dead hommies
I gotta go, everybody wanna know if I'm snitch is or shut the door
This is a letter to my dead hommies,
Oh what to do, if they never get a clue that this killer is on the loose.

Pretty Boy:
It was this, I was chilling caught up in a bliss
Not even imagining that a life can be taken like this
I was chilling with my boy thinking it was all good
Reminiscing on the stories that we share up in the hood
And he's a little hommie man Just caught up in a lot of trash not even knowing that his life could be taken in a flash.
But any ways little hommies faith reminded
Within ten seconds I heard a boom and I went blind and
Not blind seriously had to be seen clinically
Looked to my left and my boy was destroyed physically
Rushed him to the E.R. struggling for breath
Turns out that my boy had nine shots pumped up in his chest
And I'm so shocked because it happened so fast
Slowly I felt my heart mold up into a cast
And I look up to my past
Flashing back so fast
And I'm bummed upon the fact
That many lives don't last.

Remedy & Ellis Martin:
This is a letter to my dead hommies
I gotta go, everybody wanna know if I'm snitch is or shut the door...
This is a letter to my dead hommies,
Oh what to do, if they never get a clue that this killer is on the loose...

KC Sling:
I seen the car roll up heard the shots clak clak clak
I know who shot the homie should I retaliate back?
Should I run up on him pull the gun up on him and lay him on his back
Nahhh that's not right I'm not about that black on black
I'm all about peace should I go confess to the police?
Or can I keep the peace up in my streets without giving up identities?
If you think about it I'd be doin' my hood a good deed
'liminatin threats from the hood yeeeaaah thats what really need
I can't be no snitch the hood won't respect that
See thats just the code of these streets I ain't tryna' get clapped back
or maybe I should just keep quite keep my mouth shut
I ain't tryna take a step out the door and get shot up
See you was my homie, my road dawg, my rider for life
If I don't speak up now its like I killed you that night
You was always hood smart now your brother need you
If you was caught up in this quandary what would you choose?

Remedy & Ellis Martin:
This is a letter to my dead hommies
I gotta go, everybody wanna know if I'm snitch is or shut the door
This is a letter to my dead hommies,
Oh what to do, if they never get a clue that this killer is on the loose.
This is a letter to my dead hommies
I gotta go, everybody wanna know if I'm snitch or shut the door
This is a letter to my dead hommies,
Oh what to do, if they never get a clue that this killer is on the loose.

Brando:
What do you suppose to do if it’s all on you?
You’re accompanied by ya homie at rest in ya room,
Askin’ you why why why, didn’t you do it?
It’s like absolvin’ the crime, dissolvin’ into the fluid.
Lost in this worl of lies, blend into the fabric fibers,
The world may not hear it, but he’s roarin’ like a tiger…
Tigers. Powerful hunters equipped with sharp teeth,
Beaneath strong jaws with agility defies the laws, of gravity…
But at that single moment when a hunter pulls the trigger, gazing through the scope,
That allurement in nature has no hope…
Listen, vigilantly to the roars of spirituality,
Why we do the things we do in this reality,
Reactin’ versus respondin’, Reactin' versus Respondin'
What will you do when your bond is no longer, it’s gone…
WILL YOU,
React on impulse as a cold blooded creature?
Return feelings you felt to the criminal with the heat, huh?
Demean ya homie’s hopes and desires by givin’ up your life?
Make that single bullet in the gun be your last wife?
Or respond by puttin’ your cerebral processes to use?
Synthesizin’ and skippin’ lies and doin’t it all for you?