[Himmler]

They say its never too late, to have an early childhood
If I could, turn back the hands of time, God should
Forgive what i did as a kid to run blocks
Now my dreams are just dream cops and gun shots
The fun stops when your homies up in a box
My dudey Bo, rest his soul, snuffed by the cops
I use to quarten alot, if theres a guy around me say somethin
If you love her so much why didn't u gave nothin
When he took my homie, snook was only in 11th grade
Now I hope to see your face at the heaven gates
It aint never late in the game, Satan remains
With a grudge to see slugs break through my frame
My heart aches with the pain, the life in his breath
We gotta have fun now, theres only minutes left
In the depth, distress youngins is sucked in
To get tats of my fallen homies, I ain't got enough skin