My own people getting killed like souljahs goin off to war.
But ain't nobody here fightin so what we dyin for?
On January 22, 2001,
Ruda Johnson's gone from consequences of a gun.
But that ain't even close to the end of it,
See Ruda Johnson was six months pregnant and the assailant was the father of her child.
That's half of what really makes a situation wild.
Only a few years ago, Ruda won the battle of fighting a disease.
First place in that race, but now it seems he took her soul with ease.
It makes me count my blessings and thank God I'm still alive.
Just for saying that I'm feeling guilty and those feelings I try to hide.
Everyone has hopes and dreams of how they want to die.
Those who ponder on this too long will let life pass them by.
There's only one way to come into this world, and countless ways to leave.
And once someone's gone it's the point of no return and that person you cannot retrieve.
Death has a finality about it, that I just can't understand.
But one thing I do recognize is that it's all part of God's plan.
It's incomprehensible how my cousin's gone from me.
Only yesterday we were flying kites, today she's six feet deep.
Tomorrow could've been, would've been, should've been, a day that she was blessed.
But now i'm crying angry tears cuz yesterday was all too soon her last.
Is this word war infinity ever going to refrain?
Will there ever be an end to all this uneccessary killings sadness and pain?