I can't explain the feelin' I get every time I come back from leavin' the Yoc Thoughts of love hatred and pain, Flood my brain 'til my heart feels a shock I think of them blocks, back in the day, As ten of us walk, two packin' some weight We'd snap out the gate, known to package their fate, When aliens grouped up, got drunk and got brave We put in more work than the ballers with choppers, A few good revolvers, a couple of shotguns But we was some killas behind them triggas, We handled the business that made others quiver We didn't shiver, we'd aim and deliver, Some hot metal slugz through lungs and livers Of foreigners threatenin' our way of life, Disrespectin' with cuetes and knives A lot of shit changed in the last ten years The gangs, the names, some homies switched gears That couldn't control their fears and tears Livin' up in these rear-view mirrors My death is near but I won't steer away from the fate That awaits to greet me If it's heaven swell, if it's hell oh well, Just bury me on east 18th street When I die just let my body lie in peace Beneath the earth and sky of Antioch on east eighteenth In case my soul is condemned to forever wander these streets I can still watch over my homies when I'm gone and deceased