Mama don't cry for me,
Papa don't feel bad,
Cold on the street better gotta keep my bang to the bang back.
But I got my hood, my city, my brothers, (my) family
That's all I have yeah, oh
Father if you still listen,
We hope our friends make it up to [C7]heaven,
And if we fall, then we forgotten,
Don't let our little brothers grow up like [F]we did
Let them [A]grow up and [Bm]get a job,
Don't let them [A]grow up behind bars,
Tryna' be [Am]hard, oh father can you
(Rest will come)