Ghetto Angels [Remix]

Yeah, didn't write this song, but I'm recordin' with this lead on me Know it sound strange, but I'ma die for all my dead homies Nobody really know how he feels I always thought that you would be here Why do I always question God, but I never pray? I think about you, I end up cryin' on my best days Tryna convince me it get better, naw, naw, naw, naw I'd be lyin' if I didn't say I really miss my dogs It's so much of pain in us, always feel like I'm givin' up It ain't the same no more, death brought me anger I'm followed by angels and I got some dyin' love Soon as I got rich, soon as I got famous Why did you leave? If you was here, how would it be? Oh, oh I'm protected by these ghetto angels Oh, whoa I'm protected by the hood gangsters When the streets don't show you love, that feeling a bitch ain't it? When a nigga die, the world make fun, that feeling sick ain't it? I'm from Chicago where they turn yo death date to a case You hear the same shit when a nigga die they say it's under investigation You won't find the killer who killed my cousin Find the killer who killed Kenneka Jenkins That's why they slide without thinking Nobody safe when I'm breathing (oh) I'm the voice of the streets I ain't tryna be a big homie Other cities got structures, Chicago ain't got big homies Having yo gun on you everyday that shit don't mean shit don't it It's who got the ups first, my cousin died with a stick on 'em I'ont see no lies in here, I feel like crying in here He spent his life on security, he got life he crying for real He say I'll give you this pain through They lost they souls to the streets but they my ghetto angels No cap the streets wanna hear me on this remix, they wanna hear my pain too I seen a male body in Miami, I text I hope this ain't you I wanna call and say Why did you leave? If you was here, how would it be? Oh, oh I'm protected by these ghetto angels (by these angels, yeah) Oh, whoa I'm protected by the hood gangsters, yeah (all my gangsters) I thank God that I'm still here, in face of all the bull ish Maybe lessons from the bullpen, or the blessings from the highest No you just don't know You should never have to see yo homie drop, it's a lot When you walking for this life, who knows when it stops? (No, no) Gotta give it straight to me, no chase 'Cause I never question God, I know it's a better place I know it's a marathon not just a race Can't wait to see the looks on all my homies face Can't wait until the day that we embrace (oh) Can't wait until the day that we embrace (ooh) (Oh, why did you leave?) Why did you leave? If you was here, how would it be? Oh, oh I'm protected by these ghetto angels Oh, whoa I'm protected by the hood gangsters (all my gangsters, yeah yeah) (Oh, no no)