Lyrics Gone Home - Aiwal Turé

My brother Terry Williams; biggest playa of all time
Everywhere you seen was his homie; partners in crime
No matter what the happening; we had each other's back
Time for no questioning; just got up in the act
But still up im my body im connected with his soul
I wish I knew what happened so that wrapper could unfold
Got to the hospital where my little homie bled
Raised up on the spot; cousin tell me that my boy was dead
Now my mom is on the street; crying for the little loc
I aint fug laughing but I thought the sh was just a joke
But when I hit the church I wanted to just ask it
What happened to the trigger, ni raise up out this casket
See You my fug boy, that's the truth and we both know this
They let you die but me see I won't forget
We used to be back to back, when going fist to fist
Now let that beat ride baby as I reminisce

They done gone home over the years
Done lost my folks; I done lost some peers
They dearly departed; they dead and gone
Can't stop what you doing life gotta go on...

Many a times I done seen, Mother alone on her knees
Body broke down looking to the sky asking that famous question why
Why you have to take my boy away why you have to take my girl away
Why you have to take my seed away Why Black folks gotta live this way
I done seen it happen all the time, another young soldier going for a ride
But on this adventure he aint coming back resting in the rear of a Cadillac
What will they remember when the casket close was it really worth the life you chose
UGK said it the best fa sho, one day you here and then the next you gone

They done gone home over the years
Done Lost my folks; I done lost some peers
They dearly departed; they dead and gone
Can't stop what you doing life gotta go on...

Now take that lighter out your pocket for the dead and deceased
Dont know the other side of life I hope they resting in peace
Don't know one person on this earth that's exempt from the fact
That knows somebody on vacation where they aint coming back
First of all my aunt Berniece done left this world
Survived by two boys and three beautiful girls
Michael Parham your death was a shock to us all
Heard my moms down the street when she got that call
My cousin James Jones popped in the neck and the head
The first time at a funeral tears was shed
Just a young cat banging caught up in the mental
Of nis in Long Beach, Compton, South Central
My granddaddy died from pneumonia you dig
Poppa Jock instilled the iron man into a kid
Just a pour out for our people that be dead and gone
Varying from the babies, all the way to the grown
They gone home

They done gone home over the years
Lost my folks; done lost some peers
They dearly departed; they dead and gone
Can't stop what you doing life gotta go on...