[Verse 1] Yo, I'm the king of movin' game away (Uh) When he died, I lost a lot of friends, either side of the grave And ever since, it's like God been on the opposite wave Like I'ma show you what'll happen if you do not behave I'm sorry, can we talk [Verse 2] That's my brother talkin', but as a youngin', I thought, "Nah, that couldn't happen to me" I was indestructible until graphic, the scene Silhouetted him in the crosshairs, a target maid I'm beggin' God to please spare my brother Marlon's aids [Verse 3] So I've been fortified now, gro- now grown into a man And Shorty always been a gangster from across the land And I don't think he was a-takin' part in any plan Until all of the pressure of the war had hit the fan [Chorus] Raise your son up, cause it's de la cold sound Put your gun up, put your (shh), put your (shh) away Raise your son up, cause it's de la cold sound Put your gun up, put your (shh), put your (shh) away [Verse 4] That gangbanger life is deep, it's deeper than the oceans, bruh Think about the stuff that happens to a child, even if he grows up Like he never knew a better way of life, though Never watchin' stuff that's happenin' around him, now he's psycho Not just some dumb brother who wears green, colors We brothers of the struggle and his brothers are just sendin' out his mother To the funeral to praise his name and his life And just as he is born, his son understands no strife [Chorus] Raise your son up, cause it's de la cold sound Put your gun up, put your (shh), put your (shh) away Raise your son up, cause it's de la cold sound Put your gun up, put your (shh), put your (shh) away Raise your son up, cause it's de la cold sound Put your gun up, put your (shh), put your (shh) away Raise your son up,
