Further

It was September 7th, when little Tiana Ricks was walking into a family party with her dad. Tiana lived in Long Beach with her mother. John this is a very sad story, we do know detectives
 The little girl and her father had come to this house for a college send off. The 6 year old would have been dancing with her relatives at a get together Saturday night, but suspected gang member. Suddenly somebody drove by and opened fire on the home of
 This ain't ever been my birth wishes
 You know the struggle got the worst wishes
 The homie had a wife until my nigga got to striking
 And they wonder why I curve bitches
 They tryna say i think wrong
 If I don't make a hit, I ain't gon' never leave home
 The homie got killed, it seems like everything gone
 The cycle ain't broken and we forever need loans
 I'm tryna read on, this ain't just my story
 I'm tryna let 'em know your plot too
 I see a nigga kill a nigga but it's sick how we be trippin' when the cops do
 Like don't that seem backwards
 Words never written in these unseen chapter
 Mappin' out the plan and ain't never seen an atlas
 Staying free my mind, knowing damn well we captured
 It's all bad, stuck up in a heat, like everybody gotta vent
 Wait, no, no really wait I mean the weight that's on your shoulders
 Give you strength
 Started from the bricks, mama couldn't pay the rent
 Don't tell me bout a daddy, man that nigga full of shit
 This god damn baggage, like nigga you a trip
 Could tell you foul by the scent, that's all bad
 Another nigga caught a murder, and that ain't never unheard of
 I keep reaching for the clouds and they just keep moving further
 And further and further
 They told me not to fail and I just tell 'em I heard ya, I heard ya
 I keep reaching for the clouds and they just keep moving further
 And further and further
 I keep reaching for the clouds and they just keep moving further
 He also has been grieving the death of the mother
 I'd like to see what the guy looks like
 Good morning Steve, good morning everyone, we're getting our first look at the suspect
 Bet he's a gang member
 Go straight to that picture, just sent to us by the Sherrif's department
 You won the bet because he is a gang member
 Just the other day, I was talking to my nigga 'bout his cousin
 And he was telling me how they from different hoods, but at the end of the day still love him
 But it's fuck him, can't trust him
 The nigga still a enemy, they was damn close
 See, back in elementary, it's taking all my energy to try to stay the enemy
 Cause niggas out here frontin' like the nigga they pretend to be
 That shit weak
 I was chilling with my kid, some dude banged on a nigga tryna front
 On one hand I'm scared for my kid life, other hand show him he can't be no punk
 That when my mind start jetting
 Pride start setting, eyes start sweating
 I gotta get with it 'fore the lie start stretching
 You know words don't matter, that's life's hard lesson
 Another nigga caught a murder, and that ain't never unheard of
 I keep reaching for the clouds and they just keep moving further
 And further and further
 They told me not to fail and I just tell 'em I heard ya, I heard ya
 I keep reaching for the clouds and they just keep moving further
 And further and further
 I'm reaching for the clouds and they just keep moving further
 Hasn't given out a motive, as if there could be any rhyme or reason. Tiana didn't stand a chance, the bullet going right through her, and then hitting her father. We're told her last words were. Well she was asking if her daddy, if her daddy was okay