Mogadishu

[Intro: E-Dot]
(Wake up). Uh huh. (Wake up). What’s good? (Wake up). What’s good, yo? (Wake up). Uh huh

[Verse 1: E-Dot]
What up, black? Yo, it’s your brother. How you doing fool? Things cool?
Boys tell me that you be playing pool at the school
[?] run up a debt and get my peoples upset at you. Make ‘em mack a fool
I’m sorry for leaving all the crumbs that I did
But ma, she acting bugged, thinking that I do a bid
Wanting to march in my life with no fun, saying
I be doing rugs and acting trifling for fun
So I’m flashing—something I gotta do with my crew
Sipping [?] brew with much to do
Getting respect that ma do. She never gave me, true?
The only man I wanted in our life was some presidents on loot
So I call to say that “I’mma miss you
Yo, I joined the army and I’m off to Mogadishu
To be all that I can be—bloom into March flower
Goodbye, tomorrah. 0-six-hundred hours”

[Interlude: (Friend) and E-Dot]
(Hello?) Yo, it’s me again. Don’t know why I’m calling. Feels as though I’ve fallen
(Stress has got you off and out of shape?) Oh man. I love tomorrah. I’m killing mental reasons I don’t understand

[Verse 2: E-Dot]
I wanna speak to mama about the sweaters—it’s cold
Rather sling ‘caine than be a vet. I think I changed my mind
I wanna come home and stay the century
Go back out now. Home’s a penitentiary
I’m all confused. Self-abusing got me tripping
Feel myself slipping, man, into the grip of sand
[?] let me go. Don’t wanna leave ‘em fucked up, dog
‘Cause me and the block star ‘cause now I can see far
I apologize for all I’ve done. Now you the only one
That’s thinking “How ‘bout ma?” But I hope to return
Sporting garments of metals, sipping gin letting butterflies settle
So give my mother my love and, brother, hope for the best. To get
Head off this mess, I’ll need an “S” on my chest
And I know that you with me in mind, love—it’s faith
I’m out. Peace and elevate

[Outro: E-Dot]
It’s all about love for the game, for the family
For papa—he made a man of me
For mama. It’s real, black
Fuck what you heard ‘cause this is real fact
Love for the game, for the family
For papa—he made a man of me
For mama. It’s real, black
Fuck what you heard ‘cause this is real fact