i remember you was conflicted
misusing your influence
sometimes i did the same
abusing my power, full of resentment
resentment that turned into a deep depression
found myself screaming in the hotel room
i didnt wanna self destruct
the evils of lucy was all around me
so i went running for answers
until i came home
but that didnt stop survivors guilt
going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes i earned
or maybe how a1 my foundation was
but while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city
i was entering a new one
a war based on apartheid, and discrimination
made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what i learned
the word was respect
just because you wore a different gang color than mines
doesnt mean i cant respect you as a black man
forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets
if i respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us
but i dont know, i’m no mortal man, maybe im just another ♥♥♥♥♥