| Late night coolin’with my homies
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| Drinkin’Hennessey and cold brew
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| After smokin', stopped in Oakland
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| Got the munchies for some soul food
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| So we stopped to get a bite to eat
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| At the local Bar-B-Q
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| It’s just another boring Monday
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| And there’s nothing else to do Now as we stepped out of the car
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| I heard someone behind me fighting
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| So I turned to look and find out
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| What’s the cause of this excitement
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| The brother was a dopefiend
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| And the other was a dopeman
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| And the dopeman had an AK
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| Said he’ll spray and he’s not jokin'
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| Well it seems to be the dopefiend
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| Owed the dopeman for his product
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| And he swore if he did not pay
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| He would end up getting shot up Now I could not walk away
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| Cause I got caught up in the scene
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| Wondering, what would happen to this
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| Poor and helpless fiend
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| Well my homie Michael Cooley
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| Said let’s go and make our order
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| What’s the use in watchin’two men
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| Stand out here and fight for quarters
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| While I walked inside the diner
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| And all the dope fiends waved to me Heard the sound of several gun shots
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| And I ran outside to see…
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| Another gun shot rings
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| (What's going on?)
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| Another siren rings
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| (What's going on?)
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| Another mother cries
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| (What's going on?)
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| Cause another innocent died
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| (What's going on?)
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| All the people in the diner
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| Ran outside to see the big show
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| It was just another party
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| For them to see just who would they know
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| But for me I held concern
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| I wanted to go see the outcome
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| Would the mother see her son tonight
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| Or would she live her life without one?
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| I made it to the streets I Almost cried right on the spot
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| Not only had the fiend died
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| But a small girl had been shot
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| My heart could take no more
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| I felt a small tear roll down my face
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| That was daddy’s bullet
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| But she took it in his place
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| Tried to make my way through the crowd
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| So I could go help the baby
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| She could barely speak, but she was spray
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| Mister can you please save me So I screamed out someone help me But I don’t think they could hear
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| And if they did, they didn’t care
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| Oh how I hated everyone there
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| The baby lie here, dying
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| And I wondered what could I do The cameraman and newspapers had come
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| To get their interviews
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| To them it’s just a story
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| And they can’t see the tragedy
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| To them it doesn’t matter
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| Cause it ain’t and wasn’t their family
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| I don’t think I’ll be back
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| Cause it’ll never be the same here
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| So I wipe away the tears
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| And leave the scene the way I came here
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| Those people say it’s crazy
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| And the poor could have been finer
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| I’ll never forget, never forget the night
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| At Dopefiend’s Diner
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