A Minute To Pray Scarface

Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry and gets by, while others choose to wonder why
His life was took at such an early age
A young nigga who lived in a rage died by the gage

He used to hustle on the street corners
His mom would always beg him to quit but he didn't wanna
As he got older, he got even worse
'Til a real nigga showed him the purpose of a hearse

A cold night in his hood, he had a tangle
The brother he was squabblin' with, had broke his ankle
Laid him out in the driveway
Some people knew he wouldn't survive but hey

I ain't the one to speak up on another's
All I can do is try to open his eyes and help the brother
He chose the wrong way and that's the route he took
Born and brought up as an angel but he died as a crook

He had a baby that he couldn't raise
And she will never see her father again 'cause he's in a grave
I always think about [unverified]
"My daddy was a dopeman, so I'ma be a dope dealer"

How will the family explain it?
"My daughter had a baby for a 'caine head!"
He ain't around to see her walk
Dry her eyes when she cries, pick her up when she falls