[hen-gee]
dear homie, whats the hap, since your up in the sky?
with god by your side
homie what´s it like?
i know your bein´ treated right
no more worries
plus you´re bein heard g
i guess you know niggaz is still trippin
i don´t know why, they see a future in it
we´re headed for self-destruction
can´t function
only thing i can do is pray
and thank god, for another day
yes homie, it´s rough down here. i gotta watch my back
cos it´s hard being black
if it ain´t the other
it´s my own colour
tryin to work me
tryin to hurt me
ain´t no l-o-v-e
please tell me why, dear homie

[ice-t]
dear homie, gang-bangin ain´t joke
and i´m lookin over ya loc
always knew there was fools out to get me
i didn´t even hear the gunshots till after the slugs hit me
i grabbed for my chest and my neck, hopin
when my head hit the ground my skull busted open
you used to ask for my advice
well dear homie, dyin ain´t nothin nice
and the place i´m at is overpacked
with young blacks who crash crack and gats
i can only pray
you don´t come this way
you gotta stay alive, you got a kid g
i feel ya partner but i worry alot
bust shots
i know you´re tryin´ to comfort me
but i don´t want no company, homie

[hen-gee]
dear homie, even though you´re gone
i still fell your presence
sometimes i can sleep
cos i just can´t see
reality like it really should be seen
i still reminisce on how we used to kick it
strollin´ the yard, just hangin´ out together
down for whatever, whenever
and now i´m hopin, you´re seeing a true friend in me
we where meant to be

[ice-t]
dear homie, you used to call me o.g.
now ya really gotta look up to me
cos the place i´m at, is way high in the sky
i didn´t want to die
but the life i lived was just to reckless
too many bad marks on god´s checklist
and many many brothers will go out
just tryin to get that hard-core street clout
but a street reps final test, is when you´re lying in a coffin
with you´re hands folded on your chest.
then ya hear the girls cry
then ya hear the brothers lie
talkin´ about how down you was
then the next week the back on the street, they cold forgot ya cuz´.
don´t wanna see ya on your back,
so for me stay sucka free, cos you don´t need that, homie.

dear homie...
dear homie...
ya know i miss ya homie...