[verse 1: quan]
can we please have a moment of silence?
that’s for my n-gg-z doin’ years in confinement
and for my soldiers who p-ssed over, no longer living
that couldn’t run whenever the reaper came to get ’em
can we please pour out some liquor?
symobolizin’, let’s take in time to consider that
though our thugs ain’t here, the love is here
and we gon’ rep ’til slugs kill us here
this for my dawgs stuck in the struggle tryin’ to gain
smokin’ trauma, sniffin’ ra while sellin’ cocaine
trapped in the game, not knowin’ how to stop and get by
to live it alive, so instead they live it to die
can we please have a moment of peace?
for every g that fell for his flag in the streets
bloodin’ and thuggin’, folkin’ and lokin’
crypin’ and creepin’, latin and kingin’
or just for poor righteous teachin’
[chorus: quan sings]
as day comes and night falls
for the rest of our life we’ll miss y’all
and even though life must go on, we’ll still mourn
while wishin’ y’all were home
[verse 2: nas]
yeah, and can we have another moment of silence?
for brothers who died from black-on-black violence
from here to the dark continent were rebels sell diamonds
to clients all over the world, got little black girls dyin’
and can we please pour some more liquors?
for will, bokeem, bar, pappy — my n-gg-z
here’s another warrior song from nasty and quan
it’s to him i p-ss the baton to carry this on
street’s disciple, salute to those who’s gone with bullets
and i promise through rhymin’ quan gon’ rep his life to the fullest
and can we please have a moment of truth?
for soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots
and families back home who pray they make it home safe
hopin’ that they don’t get hit with a stray or missiles
this is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you
mommy i’m still here, wishin’ i was there with you
let’s take a moment
[verse 3: quan]
and can we please have a moment to mourn?
for pac, biggie and pun ’cause through us they live on
jam master jay, freaky ty and aaliyah
big l and left eye, when we die we hope to see ya
can we please have a moment for children?
who got raped or murdered, or trapped in the system
who never knew their father, never learned to dream
but was guided by drug dealers, killers and crack fiends
for single mothers that’s forced to play mom and dad
bustin’ her -ss to give her kids sh-t she never had
for my n-gg-z in the pen hopin’ rhymes’ll get ’em signed
so when released, they can say bye to a life of crime
for every mother that held a son in the street bleedin’
cryin’ a song of sorrow to dark and deep for speakin’
just a moment outside the day to day struggle
to let the ones we really care about know that we love ’em