Late night coolin' with my homies Drinkin' Hennessey and cold brew
After smokin', stopped in Oakland Got the munchies for some soul food
So we stopped to get a bite to eat At the local Bar-B-Q
It's just another boring Monday And there's nothing else to do
Now as we stepped out of the car I heard someone behind me fighting
So I turned to look and find out What's the cause of this excitement
The brother was a dopefiend And the other was a dopeman
And the dopeman had an AK Said he'll spray and he's not jokin'
Well it seems to be the dopefiend Owed the dopeman for his product
And he swore if he did not pay He would end up getting shot up
Now I could not walk away Cause I got caught up in the scene
Wondering, what would happen to this Poor and helpless fiend
Well my homie Michael Cooley Said let's go and make our order
What's the use in watchin' two men Stand out here and fight for quarters
While I walked inside the diner And all the dope fiends waved to me
Heard the sound of several gun shots And I ran outside to see...
[Chorus - x2] Another gun shot rings (What's going on?) Another siren rings (What's going on?) Another mother cries (What's going on?) Cause another innocent died (What's going on?)
All the people in the diner Ran outside to see the big show
It was just another party For them to see just who would they know
But for me I held concern I wanted to go see the outcome
Would the mother see her son tonight Or would she live her life without one?
I made it to the streets I Almost cried right on the spot
Not only had the fiend died But a small girl had been shot
My heart could take no more I felt a small tear roll down my face
That was daddy's bullet But she took it in his place
[Chorus - x2]
Tried to make my way through the crowd So I could go help the baby
She could barely speak, but she was spray Mister can you please save me
So I screamed out someone help me But I don't think they could hear
And if they did, they didn't care Oh how I hated everyone there
The baby lie here, dying And I wondered what could I do
The cameraman and newspapers had come To get their interviews
To them it's just a story And they can't see the tragedy
To them it doesn't matter Cause it ain't and wasn't their family
I don't think I'll be back Cause it'll never be the same here
So I wipe away the tears And leave the scene the way I came here
Those people say it's crazy And the poor could have been finer
I'll never forget, never forget the night At Dopefiend's Diner