Oh how it hurts, like child birth
The wounds heal slow, you just dont know
At times, I dont know what to say
And all I do is pray, day to day
But still, I feel my strength might die
Like right now, Im tryin hard not to cry
Even when I close my eyes, I still see it
Damn, I just dont believe it
The bad times I buried, like the cemetery
Unworthy people playin beneficiaries
A lotta people eatin off of one mans death
Dont you worry B.I., Ima ride to my last breath
You killas, caused a lotta devastation
You have no idea what you did to this nation
I fuckin hate you, excuse my frustration
But just when Im about to quit, God tells me to just
Dont you give up, be strong
Hold on, hold on
Things are gonna get better
Tough times, they last so long
Hold on, hold on
If you believe, they will get better
Frank White, the man with the money and the fame
Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name
I been with my nigga before he came in the game
No ones, no Vs, we used to take the train
Just us and the Mafia goin out to parties
I guess back then we was real nobodies
But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch
I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him
Had beef with yo wife that aint patched up
But still got love for your kids
Even wrote em in my will
And Ima make sure the fam keep a decent meal
No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill
Shit is real, baby, there aint no appeal
If Im fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels
Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married
Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried
So to my ladies, dont think I havent walked in yo shoes
Or thought this was only happenin to you, righ
Heres my shoulder, you can lean on this boo
Cuz trust me, I know exactly what youre going through
So I guess you know the story of how it all ends
Depressed, stressed, dont know whos my real friends
One things for sure, I can count on my mens
D-Roc, Money, L, Lil Cease, and PD
My whole B.I. family, remind me of you
We miss you so much, I love you so much
Never thought life without you would be so rough
But I know we gon make it
We aint happy, but we fakin
And to New York, thanks for the support
And all our real fans, Im shoutin out the whole land
This is somethin young kids just wont understand
How they took away this beautiful man
Who shared so many memories
I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long
Its been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight
So heres a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White
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