Artist: The Warriors f/ D.C., P.C.
Album:  M*A*S*H
Song:   Damn
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Lon Dini]
Ever since you left I blow heavenly, hammer right next to me
Cowards creeping, hoping I'm sleeping to put the lead to me
Sometimes I wish they would, see you that be good
Tufflon, wilding in the streets, damn near close to a felony
But I know you watch over the kid heavenly
Did good Lord, already had ya soul to keep
That's why my nigga drifted off in the peacefullest sleep
I gunplay, hoping I die that way some day
Slay me when they took away Mikey
For all my soldiers that never breathe
I swear I'm ride for they seeds
Yo believe and I take you out
Yo with the reefer I spar rounds
Yeah, I know the best go down
Yo I cry for my niggaz that's gone
Tried to again in this song
Yeah I smile by my heart is torn
Rest in peace on the other side, I carried the torch
I fought with the reaper, fuck that, through me you live on, yo...

[Chorus x3: Lon Dini]
Damn, really wish you was here, son
To resurrect ya soul, bring you back I shoot the reaper a fair one

[Hook: Lon Dini]
Damn, really wish you was here, son
Damn, really wish you was here, son

[Fes Taylor]
Aiyo they took Flex, God bless, every one of my crooks left
Cuz he had a connect, slid up by Schenect'
Got set up by a bitch that he met
He asked me to go, I'm wishing I left
I miss him to death
Plus Donald saved my life, wish I could've saved his
I talk to him knealed down where his grave is
B. Ghost died, right there on the pavement
He was part of the making of Two Four Entertainment
Drey Wit Da Y, never had a chance to say to him "Bye"
My thoughts when I pray to the sky
Spiderman, even if he had his rifle in hand
Cuz he never saw it coming, homey, right from his man
Listen, even Dee Di gone
And it hurt me watching Miss Doreen and them the way they mourn (yeah)
This ain't rap, I'm just spitting a poem, let it be known
Still hit home, losing my nigga Rome
Rest in peace...

[Chorus x3]

[Hook]

[Interlude (over hook): P.C. (D.C.)]
Yo I don't really shoutout over the track but yo I love y'all niggaz
(You don't have to cry man, you know what it do)

[P.C. (D.C.)]
It's just like, tears don't help
(Sometimes I wish I was there myself)
In due time I'll renew mines and heal myself
(These voices, I could only hear myself)
Homey, they gotta be ghosts, I know he gone but he gotta be close
(Shit, I had love for him, probably the most)
And when it drop him away, a part of me took a ride in that hearst
(And I'd be lying to deny that it hurts)
Cuz I was so pissed off at the Lord I brought the iron to church
(God, why you couldn't body me first?)
Yo it's a fucked up world, but us hood niggaz got it the worst
(I feel lost without my niggaz) It was all about my niggaz
(And all I could do was reminisce) and talk about my niggaz
(And it hurts so bad) How bad? (I can't explain it
 but it hurts so bad) How bad? (It got me flaming)
And I wish that I could change the fact (you ain't here)
It ain't right, God (You ain't fair) I miss my niggaz...

[Chorus x3]

[Hook]