4th Disciple

Layin' on the floor, all they found was his hammer

Just came home from doing 12 in the slammer

Blood runnin' from his mouth, his eyes got low

He squoze my hand real tight, then he let go

Nah, nigga, don't start that shit

We been in worse shootouts than this, and we got hit

Yo, Taj, look, wake up, it's me, it's Starks

We gonna get up and walk, I'ma tie your clogs

Tomorrow night, we got a flight to catch in LaGuardia

My wiz made that fish you like, fried tilapia

Nigga, stop playin', you hear your daughter talkin'?

Remember her first steps, when she started walkin'?

You think she want to see you fitted in the fuckin' coffin?

You touch my nigga? Yo, yo, get the fuck up off him

My nigga ain't like y'all niggas

Now y'all huddled around like a bunch of bitches

Jamel, call his wigs, notify his moms

Naw, forget it, she already lost two sons

Come on, Lord, I placed my head on his chest

Just to hear him breathe or say somethin' under his breath

I wiped the blood from his mouth

Before my eyes, I seen globs of this black shit come out

Sayin' to myself, "Shit don't look too good"

Another Black man lost in the hood

No cigar, help, Allah, I gave him CPR

He looked disconnected from life like a VCR

Goddammit, I can't stand it

I'm rockin' back and forth like a hammock

So what I feel, that he left the planet

I'm in denial, but it's clear to me life files

And I don't know how to fix my lips to say goodbye, yo

Come on, Taj, wake up