Late night coolin' with my homiesnDrinkin' Hennessey and cold brewnnAfter smokin', stopped in OaklandnGot the munchies for some soul foodnnSo we stopped to get a bite to eatnAt the local Bar-B-QnnIt's just another boring MondaynAnd there's nothing else to donnNow as we stepped out of the carnI heard someone behind me fightingnnSo I turned to look and find outnWhat's the cause of this excitementnnThe brother was a dopefiendnAnd the other was a dopemannnAnd the dopeman had an AKnSaid he'll spray and he's not jokin'nnWell it seems to be the dopefiendnOwed the dopeman for his productnnAnd he swore if he did not paynHe would end up getting shot upnnNow I could not walk awaynCause I got caught up in the scenennWondering, what would happen to thisnPoor and helpless fiendnnWell my homie Michael CooleynSaid let's go and make our ordernnWhat's the use in watchin' two mennStand out here and fight for quartersnnWhile I walked inside the dinernAnd all the dope fiends waved to mennHeard the sound of several gun shotsnAnd I ran outside to see...nnAnother gun shot ringsn(What's going on?)nAnother siren ringsn(What's going on?)nAnother mother criesn(What's going on?)nCause another innocent diedn(What's going on?)nnAll the people in the dinernRan outside to see the big shownnIt was just another partynFor them to see just who would they knownnBut for me I held concernnI wanted to go see the outcomennWould the mother have her son tonightnOr would she live her life without one?nnI made it to the streets InAlmost cried right on the spotnnNot only had the fiend diednBut a small girl had been shotnnMy heart could take no morenI felt a tear roll down my facennThat was daddy's bulletnBut she took it in his placennTried to make my way through the crowdnSo I could go help the babynnShe could barely speak, but she was spraynMister can you please save mennSo I screamed out someone help menBut I don't think they could hearnnAnd if they did, they didn't carenOh how I hated everyone therennThe baby lie here, dyingnAnd I wondered what could I donnThe cameraman and newspapers had comenTo get their interviewsnnTo them it's just a storynAnd they can't see the tragedynnTo them it doesn't matternCause it ain't and wasn't their familynnI don't think I'll be backnCause it'll never be the same herennSo I wipe away the tearsnAnd leave the scene the way I came herennThose people say it's crazynAnd the poor could have been finernnI'll never forget, never forget the nightnAt Dopefiend's DinernnDo, do, do, do, do, do, do, donDo, do, do, do, do, do, do, donDo, do, do, do, do, do, do, donDo, do, do, do, do, do, do, do...