Pour a little liquor for the soldiers in the dirt Every fallen homie still got blood on my shirt Dee caught a hot one comin' out the corner store Twenty-two years old and his mama on the floor Big Red took a clip to the chest at the park Bleedin' out in front of his daughter in the dark Tre got jumped by ten niggas on the strip Stomped him out so hard, by night candles were lit We poured out forties on the curb where he fell Lit a couple candles, said a prayer, rang the bell For another fallen soldier in the war we can't quell And the war keep recruitin' from the cradle to the cell I still see they faces when I'm postin' at the spot Still hear they laughter when the chamber gettin' hot Every one of 'em a brother that the concrete ain't forgot Every one of 'em a reason that the block goin' to pop Tay was the first one to put a gun in my hand Showed me how to grip it, showed me how to stand Took a slug to the dome when the opps made they plan Buried in a Nike box 'cause the funeral was a scam Big Unc taught me how to count up a brick Showed me how to whip it, showed me how to flip Caught a federal indictment, did a dime in the pit Came home for a week 'fore they smoked him on the strip X was my brother from a different mama womb Slept in the same bedroom, shared the same plume Of the chronic that we smoked 'fore the block became a tomb Now he restin' in a plot with flowers always in a bloom Every name I mention give me pain in my chest Every story got a body that the system put to rest Every body got a mother that the casket gotta dress And the dressin' is a wound that the time can't compress We don't forget, nigga, that's the gospel of the block Every name engraved on the street, revenge wont stop Saw them niggas at a birthday party, on water front dock I'm sorry..., but this is where this story has to stop Back to the cemetery gates where the homies waitin' patient For the brothers in a permanent vacation From a war that ain't endin' for the lifetime of a nation Built on burying street soldiers, out here niggas aint playing We pour out the liquor, we light up the kush We tattoo they faces in a permanent push Against the forgetting that the world wanna brush Over every fallen brother in the hush To my niggas in the dirt, lemme tell you somethin' real Every breath I take is a breath I gotta steal For the ones who can't breathe, for the bodies in the field For the mothers in the kitchen with a casserole and the pills I'ma keep your names alive in every verse I drop Every cypher, every freestyle, every studio stop Gonna whisper to the heavens 'til the heavens have to mop Up the legacy of soldiers that the system tried to chop When I make it to the gates with the angels in a row I'ma find ya'll in the crowd with a blunt to smoke We gon' pour one for the livin' and we gon' let it flow Like the curb where we used to pour 'em out below
