| Late night coolin’with my homies |
| Drinkin’Hennessey and cold brew |
| After smokin', stopped in Oakland |
| Got the munchies for some soul food |
| So we stopped to get a bite to eat |
| At the local Bar-B-Q |
| It’s just another boring Monday |
| And there’s nothing else to do Now as we stepped out of the car |
| I heard someone behind me fighting |
| So I turned to look and find out |
| What’s the cause of this excitement |
| The brother was a dopefiend |
| And the other was a dopeman |
| And the dopeman had an AK |
| Said he’ll spray and he’s not jokin' |
| Well it seems to be the dopefiend |
| Owed the dopeman for his product |
| And he swore if he did not pay |
| He would end up getting shot up Now I could not walk away |
| Cause I got caught up in the scene |
| Wondering, what would happen to this |
| Poor and helpless fiend |
| Well my homie Michael Cooley |
| Said let’s go and make our order |
| What’s the use in watchin’two men |
| Stand out here and fight for quarters |
| While I walked inside the diner |
| And all the dope fiends waved to me Heard the sound of several gun shots |
| And I ran outside to see… |
| Another gun shot rings |
| (What's going on?) |
| Another siren rings |
| (What's going on?) |
| Another mother cries |
| (What's going on?) |
| Cause another innocent died |
| (What's going on?) |
| All the people in the diner |
| Ran outside to see the big show |
| It was just another party |
| For them to see just who would they know |
| But for me I held concern |
| I wanted to go see the outcome |
| Would the mother see her son tonight |
| Or would she live her life without one? |
| I made it to the streets I Almost cried right on the spot |
| Not only had the fiend died |
| But a small girl had been shot |
| My heart could take no more |
| I felt a small tear roll down my face |
| That was daddy’s bullet |
| But she took it in his place |
| Tried to make my way through the crowd |
| So I could go help the baby |
| She could barely speak, but she was spray |
| Mister can you please save me So I screamed out someone help me But I don’t think they could hear |
| And if they did, they didn’t care |
| Oh how I hated everyone there |
| The baby lie here, dying |
| And I wondered what could I do The cameraman and newspapers had come |
| To get their interviews |
| To them it’s just a story |
| And they can’t see the tragedy |
| To them it doesn’t matter |
| Cause it ain’t and wasn’t their family |
| I don’t think I’ll be back |
| Cause it’ll never be the same here |
| So I wipe away the tears |
| And leave the scene the way I came here |
| Those people say it’s crazy |
| And the poor could have been finer |
| I’ll never forget, never forget the night |
| At Dopefiend’s Diner |
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