Throw It Up CD

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 heaven
And if we fall, then we forgotten
Don’t let our little brothers grow up like we did
Let them grow up and get a job
Don’t let them grow up behind bars
Tryna' be hard, oh father can you
(Rest will come)