Hi C's

Yo
 Now I've been workin for some years
 Tryna get this picture fully painted and it's near
 And through the grace of God I'm still acquainted with my peers
 Racin to the top and the lane is lookin clear
 Finally on our way
 Recent conversations with my lil n Jay told me
 He ain't been the same since his brother went away
 Now he's smokin j's, even started sippin'
 Stopped playin ball, lil homie slippin'
 Due to my position I kick it with him hopin that he'll listen
 But lookin in his eyes like he missin
 Young and on a mission
 Slow down bruh, it's a cold world
 Imma let you know now bruh
 "Life's fast, keep your foot on the gas, you might crash
 And love make the world go round despite cash"
 He laughed, took the lid off the flask and threw it back
 And continued in his act- I'll never get him back...
 The crack that got her last night has spot her up in a back street
 With her knees ready to suck seed
 In these black streets, I was told she was introduced to it by her ex-man
 Who moved out to brooklyn for easy Money and his next plan
 But his hand dealt to her, melted the
 Motion along strokes
 These drugs got her dope
 She claim that she broke
 But always got a wad of cash stuck in her coat
 I tried to help her at one time
 For more than just one time
 Look into her soul and see she lost all her sunshine
 Prostituting just to buy a long grind
 Money can't provide but guess the wind
 I guess You gotta learn to just to improvise
 I pray to God she snaps out of it soon
 Before she snaps into a room
 Where her fanny had to spectate
 In a box, just to think
 Love is the missin link
 You can lead a horse to water but you cant force it to drink
 And once you cant find a hole, muthafa watch it sink
 Who woulda thought a missin four letter word woulda had people trippin?
 I guess if there is no love there is no livin
 Wait
 If there is no love there is no givin
 So where's the love?
 Where's the love?
 Where's the love?
 Try not to sugar coat it
 High fructose corn syrup you shoulda told me
 That love would be as bitter as the bottom of a whiskey glass bottom
 When you know would surely follow by that slow burn
 Better hold onto somethin cause it's gon' hurt
 Or at least sting
 Have you acting crazy for like three weeks
 Actin out of character
 Lookin mad like you Clint Eastwood
 Or actin real reckless
 Kanye West-ess
 With no strings attached but you
 Tried to sew it back with whatever that you were left with
 We used to have balance but you fed up all the leverage
 Actin all childish, you fed up the setlist
 Cause we was supposed to go out with a bang
 Now we banged up
 Can't even seem to go out without each shoutin eachother's names
 It's crazy...