Nas Follow

Can we please have a moment of silence?

That's for my niggaz doin' years in confinement

And for my soldiers who passed over, no longer living

That couldn't run whenever the reaper came to get 'em

Can we please pour out some liquor?

Symobolizin', let's take in time to consider that

Though our thugs ain't here, the love is here

And we gon' rep 'til slugs kill us here

This for my dawgs stuck in the struggle tryin' to gain

Smokin' trauma, sniffin' Ra while sellin' cocaine

Trapped in the game, not knowin' how to stop and get by

To live it alive, so instead they live it to die

Can we please have a moment of peace?

For every G that fell for his flag in the streets

Bloodin' and thuggin', folkin' and lokin'

Crypin' and creepin', Latin and kingin'

Or just for poor righteous teachin'

[Chorus: Quan sings]

As day comes and night falls

For the rest of our life we'll miss y'all

And even though life must go on, we'll still mourn

While wishin' y'all were home

Yeah, and can we have another moment of silence?

For brothers who died from black-on-black violence

From here to the Dark Continent were rebels sell diamonds

To clients all over the world, got little Black girls dyin'

And can we please pour some more liquors?

For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy -- my niggaz

Here's another Warrior Song from Nasty and Quan

It's to him I pass the baton to carry this on

Street's Disciple, salute to those who's gone with bullets

And I promise through rhymin' Quan gon' rep his life to the fullest

And can we please have a moment of truth?

For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots

And families back home who pray they make it home safe

Hopin' that they don't get hit with a stray or missiles

This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you

Mommy I'm still here, wishin' I was there with you

Let's take 'em home

[Chorus]

And can we please have a moment to mourn?

For Pac, Biggie and Pun 'cause through us they live on

Jam Master Jay, Freaky Ty and Aaliyah

Big L and Left Eye, when we die we hope to see ya

Can we please have a moment for children?

Who got raped or murdered, or trapped in the system

Who never knew their father, never learned to dream

But was guided by drug dealers, killers and crack fiends

For single mothers that's forced to play mom and dad

Bustin' her ass to give her kids shit she never had

For my niggaz in the pen hopin' rhymes'll get 'em signed

So when released, they can say bye to a life of crime

For every mother that held a son in the street bleedin'

Cryin' a song of sorow to dark and deep for speakin'

Just a moment outside the day to day struggle

To let the ones we really care about know that we love 'em

[Chorus]