Deja vu, tell you what I’m gonna do, when they reminisce over you, my God.
And I’m telling you now the frustration
The future’s facing from the anger in the nation.
T to the R-uh-O-Y, how did you and I meet?
In front of Big Lou’s, fighting in the street
But only you saw what took many time to see
I dedicate this to you for believing in me.
Make a right down 7th Ave to 4th St Park, feeling the whole ghetto vibe and set my mark
