Words from Tek - Boot Camp Clik

Our father who art in heaven

Thou will be thy name, that’s the words of the reverend

As he started up his benediction

You could feel the friction, between

Wifey, Baby momma, those who missed him, kissed him

As he’s laying their still, motionless

Why we always gotta go through this?

Already know that we was meant to die, meant to leave

But why we ain’t meant to sucseed

On these album charts, on these hot blocks

Get up, lets walk away from these hot shots

Look at Momma love and she’s resting all black

On her black face is black tears underneath her black hat

Outside are tinted cars with detects

Taking flicks of people come to pay their respects

Some murders bring closure to others

But it’s no consoling for a childish mother

Trust me