Saigon - Letter to Omnipotent, Pt. 2 lyrics

S to the A coalition hundred proof
A lot of shit on my mind, man yeah this shit
Ain’t getting no better, fam damn

Yo, I don’t think that y’all ready
For me and the kid from the Five Deadly
Think back hard and ask God, "Why Jerry?
Why couldn’t it been one of
Them that I buried?"
I do the next ten, stretchin’ the law library
Yo, I’mma chill ‘cause I’m startin’
To feel my eye blurry
And I remember you told me never to cry
Jerry anyway, you down here your nation rock
Listen, they brother Mike just robbed Marbury
I hundred-fifty G piece
They pawned it already
Cop bricks and flood it from
Listen, they brother Mike just robbed Marbury
I hundred-fifty G piece
They pawned it already
Cop bricks and flood it from the Bronx to
Life change niggas dying over dice games
Ice change you would think that Christ came
And took all of his people and left
The rest of us sinners to suffer
Get drugged addicted and wallow in death
Some police shot Diallo to death
Sometimes, I sit and wonder how many
Of my tomorrows is left

Damn, man… It’s fucked up out here, man just
Man… I don’t even know what
To say no more, man trying to
Make this shit right, man yo, omnipotent

I still think about y’all niggas
Each day of the week every day
It seem to get harder to stay in the street
I’m so used to just spraying the heat
But now, when the kid front, I
Got ta hold my head, control my temper
I know what I’m supposed to remember
And I heard Big’ll be home
Some time close to December
I can’t wait for y’all to see
How much noise that I’m making
Without a major label even
Signed niggas is hating
But they can’t make the
Rhymes that I’m making
I remember what you said, Omnipotent nigga
"Timing is errything"
Niggas gon’ recognize who the
Best in the -Eh! I almost forgot
(yo, I’ll tell you) i got arrested again
Ayo, the D’s was duck huntin’
Locked me for robbery
When I ain’t stuck nothin’ came
With cop and arraignment told ‘em
"Suck somethin’" They hit me with
A smack or two
Gave me a black and blue frontin’ when
Your hands in back of you
You know how crackers do but, oh well
Stripped me and threw me inside a cold cell
I’m in the corner, shivering
Thinking how I can post bail
You know the game when you get locked
Nobody on your block true
Ma’s pockets is burning and I
Don’t fuck with pop dukes
Now I’mma cop loot i’mma have
To go to shock group
If not, I’ll be wiling up in Attica, yelling
"Hot soup!" they gon’ force me to lose it
This shit I’ve been falsely accused with
Do with the crime I divorced it for music
I rap, nig