Sam O.C.

[Verse 1]
Yeah, everyday I see the old man
On the block with some Night Train in his hand
His name is Sam
I'm sure back in the days he had plans
Like any other person who choose to dream
He got that, seventies lean
And though he's an alcoholic he stays clean
Neighborhood niggas we look out
Especially, during summer time when we cook out
Brown bag from the liquor store so he can sip on
I never tell him get lost
Treat the elders with respect when you come across
Never judge a book by the damage that you see on the cover
On the outside, 'cause inside explains a man's outline
Relationship's about ties
True bond not true lies
So me and old dude talk, one on one
He drop jewels while I listen
Came a time he said "survival is a black man's mission"
Took an account on his life who he became was his decision
Saying long ago he was a rich nigga
Prominent in circles that dealt with honor and virtue
By his name alone he could refer you
That's what he said so I'ma take his word as a man
Nodding my head 'cause
I'm convinced of what he saying are confessions
Or call them life lessons