Perhaps I was addicted to tha dark side. Some where inside my childhood witnessed my heart die.
And even though we both came from the same places, the money and the fame made us all change places.
How could it be through the misery?
That can't get past the hard times. Made a true friend afraid to ask, for currency.
But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave.
I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see. It's a small thang through and true
What could I do? Real homies help ya get through, and coming new, he'd do tha same thang if he could.
Cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good, and happy times we be acting up call tha cops.
Bringing the cease to tha peace that was on my block, it never stop, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her: yeah, but it's clear I'll always be tha same. Until the end of time