Uncle Sam, Goddamn

Ode To A Real Nigga

Straight out the Nola

True survivor if you ain't know it

Use to slang rocks on the block to make a buck
quick

Never believed in rags to riches

Just nickel bags and bitches

From the murder capital ain't no time for wishes

Name is August but your life wasn't no sunny days or warm breeze

Experienced shit that even the oldest man ain't never seen

From drugs to homelessness

Thought I was the only one to witness this

Crazy how you could never meet a person but still feel their shit

Lost your brother to senseless bullets

That kind of shit could make a nigga turn ruthless

But you see the cycle had to end

It was time for you to go from a boy to a man,

God gave you two choices become a statistic or use your soulful voice

Tell the story of every nigga in the hood who never had a choice

Like pac, you are a rose that grew from concrete proving natures laws wrong

May sound corny but you illustrate my life in your songs

I never could understand how folks could respect people they didn't even know

Wait on line to see a celebrity but can't wait on line to even vote

But you represent the real more than just a pretty boy with a beautiful voice

And I respect your honesty, unlike other niggas out here making senseless noise,

This is a ode to a real nigga

A solider from downtown

And even though I'm just a sista from the boogie down

You sure make me proud.