Here But I`m Gone

(Hook)<br>How can I get so far gone<br>When can I move on<br>Dreading a world that`ll never go on<br>If I took the time replace<br>Only mine erased<br>`Cause I feel as if I`m here but I`m gone<br><br>(Mr. Doctor)<br>I heard a lil` tale about to children sittin on the kitchen floor<br>They eatin mayonaise out the jar and they moms out smokin dope on the stroll<br>Man, you believe this<br>Life is complete for them<br>And it ain`t no emotions, only instinct<br>And that`s how they`ll be raised by the streets<br>A boy and a girl<br>Just up the boulevard from your world<br>Oh it ain`t all gravy where you at<br>`Cause that`s where he gon` go to jack<br>Catch his first case at, become a disgrace at<br>But not in this world up the boulevard<br>I`ma see to hit that liquor, starts so easily<br>The difference people in my life are dyin and I see this<br>My question is, to what lengths do we go so that they live<br>`Cause I`ma reach this<br>My locc`s mean everythang to me, life is an odysea<br>But sometimes, you don`t step up and take the reigns<br>Man, the world`ll play you cheap, should I ride<br><br>(Hook)<br><br>(Slim Loc)<br>I`m picturin kids cryin, a head firin up dope over the stove<br>Family car gettin repot because they couldn`t cover the note<br>Nobody knows what`s to eat because there`s no groceries<br>And the baby suffers from a rash `cause he hasn`t been changed in over a week<br>The oldest keeps things together, by scramblin up some powdered eggs<br>She`s only 5, so why her mom can`t keep them pimps from out her face<br>How could they rape in that arrestin<br>The mother won`t admit, but she`s molested, diseased and infested<br>With wing worms, both of her legs covered with ring burns<br>She cleans up, but whoever heard of some clean germs<br>I seen the, hurt in her mama`s eyes, she tramatized<br>Been beat up, ever since her father died, no harmonize<br><br>(Hook)<br><br>(Mr. Doctor)<br>It`s hard for me to talk about the good things in my life<br>With all the things I did for stripes<br>And the way I made my gramps and my mama cry<br>This life is real, and I ain`t got time to care about you<br>Just sell smack to you, and sell crack to you, and sell a sack to you<br>Never give back to you, unless you know me and you owe me<br>And never worry about your dreams, that`s you the bigga the lil` homie<br>Here to corrupt you for sho`, like my pops did and he did it wrong<br>Now he lost everything he owned and he lost everyone he knows<br>Here to corrupt you fo` sho`<br>Like a ??? showin you the ropes<br>And introduce you to all kinds of good stuff like alcohol and weed smoke<br>And dice games, take you to places you may die<br>And the whole time we rollin, I`ma say, man, this the real way to survive<br>Understand this<br><br>(Hook)