I Didn’t Wanna Write This Song

Your son wonder when you comin home
I wonder why you couldnt make it home?
I wonder why they love you when you gone?
I wonder if you know how much they miss you?
Crenshaw , now they yellin, 'Crenshaw'
Crenshaw, now they wearin Crenshaw
I wonder why they love you when you gone? (When you gone)
[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius & The Game]
I wonder if youre there right now (Right now, Ayy, Dom)
I wonder (Ayy, this classic shit, Dom)
I wonder if youre really listenin to what I feel right now? (This L.A. shit)
I wonder
Im hopin youre the peace thatll make em really care right now (Throw them dubs up)
But youre gone and it just isnt fair right now, right now (One time for our nig, we got the world lit)
On God, the work is never done (We love you, Nip)
The good they die young, used to be my son
Even when it waivers, the pain I feel is numb
Know that you were loved, yeah
I didnt wanna write this song
[Verse 1: The Game]
Didnt wanna write it, so its from the heart
Even brought your homie from Leimert Park
Smokin papers on Vernon for the hurt
Reminiscin, you in black sand, built it from the dirt
Los Angeles, the gift and a curse
Focused on your neighborhood but you shifted the earth
You had the Staples Center packed like a church
Whole South Central put they hands on your hearse
I wonder if Heaven got a Slauson
You with Biggie and Pac, look at you, big as the bosses
Headed to a marathon, look at your nigga, he flossin
Your legacy untouchable like Armenian crosses
On the days that Im feelin exhausted, think about uncle Snoop at the funeral talkin
This type of shit you dont see that often
Stevie Wonder singin, he cant even see your coffin
[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius]
I wonder if youre free right now, yeah
I wonder if youre happy, are you livin out your dreams right now ?
I hope the angels are givin you your wings right now
The hardest thing that I had to sing right now
Right now, right now, oh, God
The best was yet to come ( Sometime)
The good, they die young
Used to the be sun even when it rains, yeah
Pain I feel is numb
Youll always be loved
I didnt wanna write this song
[Verse 2: The Game]
Ayy, shit sound like it look
All the history you made, nigga, I could write a book
You had the Eight Treys walkin with the 60s
I witnessed it all, you was right there with me
From Eritrea to South Central
From South Central to Brooklyn, look at what you been through
Mind over matter, yeah, its all mental
But I still dont trust 12 when I see em in my rearview
Six years ago, I could of been you
Me and some of my old homies had the same issues
If I come, tell God to let me in
Give em the room next to Aaliyah with ESPN
You got tears fallin down the cheeks of Mexicans
You got a number in my phone I cant text again
And if they killed you, they could kill Game
ButI dont mind dyin if its gon bring real change
[Bridge: Marsha Ambrosius]
Say hi to the sky, now its your turn to fly
Still we cry (Still we cry)
I wish I could have protected you there
Just say hi to the sky, now its your turn to fly
Still we cry, cry, cry
Still we cry, yeah
Cry, cry, I cry
Didnt wanna write this song
[Outro: DOM KENNEDY & Marsha Ambrosius]
Dear rap game, we cant take no more losses
Thank you God for Nipsey Hussle
King of L.A., Slauson
Clap for him, clap for him
The marathon continues
I didnt wanna write this song