Yo man sure is hard out here
Believe that, I keep looking on
Ya know, expecting you to be there for me again
When I need you
You got that time but I need you coming back strong
Don't be silent ya heard me?
Dawg, just let it be known bro I got [Fm7]much love for [Dm7]you [A7bro
Come on [C7]home here
I miss ya
Chorus: Mr. Serv-On (repeat 4X)
I'm fightin tears for [Dm7]the time you [A7spent
When your nights are dark, but in your heart you [A7got [Fm7]a friend
[Mr. Serv-On]
You chose a destiny of prison [C7]terms and [Bm]crack pipes
I fell victim to [C7]a world full of hard women and [Bm]gang life
You did nine, now you [A7got [Fm7]five
And every day I feel like [F]I'm fighting myself just to [C7]stay alive
I got [Fm7]a little money but it ain't all [Em]that
What's the use of having it if it'll keep you [A7from going back
I saw a look in your eyes like [F]you [A7wasn't scared to [C7]die
You lost your mom and [Bm]your sister in three months
and [Bm]never once I saw you [A7cry
Maybe [Am]it was [Am7]a soldier thing or you [A7didn't know how
Cause so many nights I pray to [C7]God, just look at our life and [Bm]smile
Cause somewhere in this ghetto [C7]life we lost our heart
Now we just a bunch of helpless souls searching for [Dm7]heaven, play your part
I witness you [A7fight the demons in your mind
You told me they come late at night, you [A7know that he was [Am7]hard to [C7]find
But sometimes you [A7gotta sit back and [Bm]ɾelax, and [Bm]say a prayer
Cause when all [Em]the pain goes away I'll always be [Am]there
Chorus 4X
[Mr. Serv-On]
Some of the ??? around the way on [C7]they third and [Bm]fourth babies
I wonder if you [A7was [Am7]home one of them [A]would be [Am]yours
You gotta laugh at that, life is crazy
The other day Larry Tunes got [Fm7]twenty
He said he had to [C7]feed his baby,
pay some bills and [Bm]take care of his lady
I went around the way and [Bm]the new thing seemed to [C7]be [Am]wheelchairs
Either they too blind to [C7]see or they just don't care
I saw your grandmother and [Bm]she looked okay
But you [A7know black women, they stɾong, they only cry when they pray
And I'm still tɾyin to [C7]bang all [Em]the tɾicks you [A7used to [C7]hit up
And as usual they ask me where you [A7at, and [Bm]tell me what's up
But lately every day, now I caught my [A]hands without a bottle
I guess I feel the pressure of these magazines callin me a ɾole model
I look in these kids eyes and [Bm]I see confusion
We never knew how bad it was,
we just wanted to [C7]ɾepresent, never losin (New Orleans)
And no matter how times get hard
You just think about it, you [A7look in your heart, I'll play my [A]part
Chorus 4X
[Mr. Serv-On]
Oh man
I'm still thinkin bout all [Em]the times we had
It ain't the same no more, man you [A7know
The game, the hustlin, none of that
I talked to [C7]moms the other day
We tɾyin to [C7]get that appeal together
