My dog concocked the blues
It was just last Friday they told me about the news
I swings my feet up out my bed into my house shoes
Its Saturday morning, no yawnin, strictly mournin
I do's my high jeans on, my dickies, I hear a hornin
Its my homie Chill, he comes to scoop me in the plush rego
To take me to the mall to pick up my black tuxedo
No words, the straight face, today's no joke
I stopped at a liquor store in the 4 to buy me a pair of loc's
I wipe my tears up until my face was all cleared up
We bunches out to the house to get geared up
Across the bed I laid, prayed, grieved within
I cried again at the thought my homie died in sin
Tryin to claim the hood, straight puttin in work, getting played like spades
And it makes my heart hurt 'cause my homeis wont change
And to make matters worse, every other month
I'm visitin the pen or followin a hearse
Escorted to a funeral, gang stereotype
Cadillacs and folds rolls deep to a burial site
Solo be tryin not to cry, but my eyes give my face a shower
I looks to God to give me strength and power as I drop the flowers on the casket
As I pass it by and wonders why
And tell how many more homies got to die
Before they realize that life is quicker than the eyes
And famin your rep by claimin your set will only lead to lost lives
But oh, Mr. Solo knows another way
And out of respect they sit and listen to every word that big homie Solo got to say
And when I speak I speaks clearly
But as they walks away they hits me up in the hood, why can't my homies hear me?

Why can't the homies hear me?
Why can't the homies hear me?
Why can't the homies hear me?
Why can't the homies hear me? Hear me

(Chille Chill):
One more time in your mind it's gangsta Chizill
Rollin thru your hood in a drop top caddy coupe devizille
The homies at the dope spot tryin to clock deals
Packin hot steel, and just like milk they top bills
Straight servin all the young gangstas on the curve and
Got that cain and urban, even got that sherman drinkin that burban
But they don't know the po-po
Got a videotape of their faces and they catchin cases
And the judge is stretchin em out like they plastic
I'm seein my homies goin to the pen, catchin years, that's drastic
Locked up with unaccomplished dreams and unfullfilled purpose
Goin to Hell 'cause they wanted to sell, now was it worth it?
I know all about survival, I'm a ghetto man
But let me tell you where it's crackin on the devil's plan
Satan came to kill, destroy, and jack
(what Jesus do?) but Jesus came to give you life on bizack
But still you sell dope to the folk in your community
Its time to sit down and have a long talk, loc, just you and me
I breaks em off to God when it hurts me dearly
To see my homies hustle and get popped by the cops, why can't the homies hear me?

Why can't the homies hear me? Listen to me homie, yeah
Why can't the homies hear me?
Why can't the homies hear me?
Why can't the homies hear me?

(Mr. Solo):
Uh, my homies be hitting me up like I'm the same Solo
But no I'm changed, and no I don't bang no more
Don't even trip with me 'cause Solo don't owe none of you
I know what Abe was talkin about, my hood was takin me under too
Had to go for self, had to get me some help, so now I can help someone else
I found the Truth to pull my homies up off the devil's shelf
I see what you see, do you see what I see
I go to my neighbourhood, the wall is filled with rips
I see ogs I looked up to 'cause they was loc'ed out
I comes to the hood to find my big homies is smoked out (smackin)
I tell them that the Blood of Christ is able to change your life
They wouldn't listen and they overdosin every night
And my homegirls, no I can't forget about em
I told em the brother was a hustler, "you can do without him"
But still she keeps bringin him home, now she's pregnant alone, and now he's gone
Lord please draw near me so my homies can hear me

Why can't the homies hear me? Tell me why
Why can't the homies hear me? Oh why?
Why can't the homies hear me?
Why can't the homies hear me?

Why? Why? Talk to me homie
Why? Why? I wanna hear what you've got to say
Why? Why? Face to face, G to G, talk to me homie
Why? Why? God understands what you're goin through
Why? Why? I've been right there where you are
Why? Why? Open up and let the Love of God shine in your heart
Why? Why? He wants to set you free, He want to set you free, like He did me
Why? Why? Oh

I'm hurting inside
God knows I don't wanna see you die, oh die, don't die
Yeah, yeah
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Y Can't Da Homies Hear Me Lyrics

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