[Intro: News Reporter]
It was September 7th, when little Tiana Ricks was walking into a family party with her dad. Tiana lived in Long Beach with her mother. John this is a very sad story, we do know detectives
The little girl and her father had come to this house for a college send off. The 6 year old would have been dancing with her relatives at a get together Saturday night, but suspected gang member. Suddenly somebody drove by and opened fire on the home of

[Verse 1]
This ain't ever been my birth wishes
You know the struggle got the worst wishes
The homie had a wife until my n***a got to striking
And they wonder why I curve bitches
They tryna say i think wrong
If I don't make a hit, I ain't gon' never leave home
The homie got killed, it seems like everything gone
The cycle ain't broken and we forever need loans
I'm tryna read on, this ain't just my story
I'm tryna let 'em know your plot too
I see a n***a kill a n***a but it's sick how we be trippin' when the cops do
Like don't that seem backwards
Words never written in these unseen chapters
Mappin' out the plan and ain't never seen an atlas
Staying free my mind, knowing damn well we captured
It's all bad, stuck up in a heat, like everybody gotta vent
Wait, no, no really wait I mean the weight that's on your shoulders
Give you strength
Started from the bricks, mama couldn't pay the rent
Don't tell me bout a daddy, man that n***a full of shit
This god damn baggage, like n***a you a trip
Could tell you foul by the scent, that's all bad