[Hook: HaLo]
It's like the bomb's last bang
It's feeling like the bomb's last bang
It's feeling like the bomb's last bang, the pull back point
What it do, what are you, gotta prove that joint
[Verse 1: Big Remo]
My prayers get longer by the day
One for all the youngin round the way poundin' pavement, that grave yard shift
Made in Winston, brave heart spirit
Two times for the resident in federal penitentiaries
Babies and baby mommas who barely could eat
With no families to help em, so they marry the streets
Baby daddy carry the heat like he got a disease
He told her...he out to eat like a savaging beast
And his cabinets is bare as can be, and he barely can breath
And I been there, but that was in 2003
Battling asthma wit Maalik, it wakes him out of his sleep
And that remind me of me, but that was 1983
My dad would bring medicine and something to drink
We grab hands when the family eat
Everyone of us, me, I pray for clarity, peace prosperity
In 2014 I'ma bleed for everything
The bang, nigga
[Hook: HaLo]
It's like the bomb's last bang
It's feeling like the bomb's last bang
It's feeling like the bomb's last bang, the pull back point
What it do, what are you, gotta prove that joint
It's like the bomb's last bang
It's feeling like the bomb's last bang
It's feeling like the bomb's last bang, the pull back point
What it do, what are you, gotta prove that joint
[Verse 2: Big Remo]
And I'm still down to kick it wit the homies from the hood
If I could, I'd put on each and all my homies in the hood
Like I gotta get mines, homie, you should get yours
And stop focusing on what a nigga drivin thru the hood
I'm a survivor of the violence, product of my environment
Who somehow made it out, I seen my shot and took a shot at it
I'd hope that you be proud of me, your kids prolly admire me
If not I know they mommas be, she used to always ride the D
Harsh reality I like to call it honesty
But spoken modestly
I understand why momma be wildin and on her knees in her feelings
She say my words a double edged sword and it's blood on the mirror
I'm not a killer nor a dealer, but they hatin I can feel it
And that's bad for the spirit
'Fore she rest at night, she whisper to The Lord "Please don't let these haters take em, that's my boy
With a dream and he explored it" and niggas ain't supportin it
That bang nigga
[Hook: HaLo]
It's like the bomb's last bang
It's feeling like the bomb's last bang
It's feeling like the bomb's last bang, the pull back point
What it do, what are you, gotta prove that joint
It's like the bomb's last bang
It's feeling like the bomb's last bang
It's feeling like the bomb's last bang, the pull back point
What it do, what are you, gotta prove that joint
[Verse 3: Rapper Big Pooh]
It feels like it's 2001 all over again
The greatest known unknown, it's time to fight this within
The big homie, they all know me but I still feel lonely
Writing records just to wonder if these people gon' check it, I'm shaking
Soul provider, gotta bring home the bacon
Slice of bread, see these niggas, they faking and you believe 'em
But hey, they tryna make it too
I take a sip of my mimosa, I'ma make it through
My momma say she believe, I'm on my knees asking God just to breathe right
Wanna see another day and sleep, might hold me
Tracy in my corner to console me
But grieving not needed, I told my baby that's the old me
I'm pushing this pen, say, with a vengeance, earning my respect
Money come, money go, you ain't seen the best yet
I tell 'em cos everyday is like a whole new beginning
Even tearing shit down is considered winning, Bang!
[Hook: HaLo]
It's like the bomb's last bang
It's feeling like the bomb's last bang
It's feeling like the bomb's last bang, the pull back point
What it do, what are you, gotta prove that joint
It's like the bomb's last bang
It's feeling like the bomb's last bang
It's feeling like the bomb's last bang, the pull back point
What it do, what are you, gotta prove that joint
