[Verse: Tiron]
A wise man once said that God bless the child that got his own
So I keep a look out for self
I help folks when I got it though
With the dollars or through conversation
I hollered at the homie with his hand out
Next to the gas station on the corner by my crib
Lit one in the middle, then I slid him the pack
Cause he going through it
Knew the story before he said it
Bet it all on a feeling he ain't feeling
Children, got two of them, losing them wasn't easy
But he couldn't leave it alone that easy, believe me
I see it in his eyes, he tried
He finished and I sighed with him
Let him know that I was on his side
Even though I didn't know him
Kind of felt like I owed him for the times that I just walked by
And didn't show him that respect that we all should
What if I knew how much it meant to him just to hear me say
"God bless and hello, how you doing?"
Instead of tossing him a dime
When all he really wanted was a moment of my time
I gave him a pound plus a couple of bucks
And before he thanked me, I thanked him
"Thank you."