Song: Crooked Friends-Lyrics                                                                                                	                                                                                                                                                 	                                                                                                    Hook Chorus: Yeah..un-huh..crooked friends..un-huh..5x                                                       	                                                                                                                                                	                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Verse: In my heart I feel ya soul; crooked mistakes turn broke before we old/ So will we die now or just lay down/ Cause to many bastard friends; Who plotting revenge on homeboys; who don't know if they kill will never be seen  again/ So will we cry blood; Yea for our love an honesty/ Before 	we take it like this; One who slow to love/when at times its missed/ Now 	when it rains   I asks well; who was it in that nigga in that trench coat/ Yea maybe its the devil or that homeboy that slang dope/ So show me a ah glance of my steady soul; I know this crooked world becomes death before we grow / Why the reasons we never grow higher than we can achieve/I know the glory of days before the money spent; We substitute our self's for bent/ Now we all understand we wit our crooked friends.                                                               	                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Hook Chorus: Yeah..Crooked friends...5x                                                               	                                                                                                                          Verse: Now blessed is he the holy friend/ Wicky ways astray special Righteousness keep the world amazed as we die for our holy sins/ Evil turns to un-righteous men; Now if I bind the hands of time/ An make The world out our soul maybe someday soon; We'll live and upgrade an delete the full moon/ So keep it real for my niggas; If I can/ Cause when we die our flesh return to sand/ Now how many out there feel the wrath of the  ah  lower hand/ Its not like poker my nigga, not poker my nigga, yeah I said poking my nigga like life poking my nigga/ Yeah the evil friends..un-huh yeah/ If you real or not sister and brothers, sister and brothers/ They say the true sister an brother / Cause the world is almost at a end, not no one setting roofs to the fire/ Cause that means no more arson that make front page/ Cause black men still win; When crooked whitey wanna be your crooked friend;..                                                                                                                   	                                                                                                                                                  	                                                                                            Hook Chorus: Yeah..Crooked friends..5x                                                             	                                                                                                                          Verse: So will you pray with me; Keep it real wit me/ Bless our homeboys who died for what; Our memories are a mutha / Yeah for ours who died for what/ Our braided hair keep unity locked; So will I stop wroting n'all / I can't lay down as long as my blood pumps for pain of my black nation / I know there's cousin an brothers and brothers an sisters and mother; I gotta keep it real/ Cause its true an crooked people don't wanna hear the truth; 187.an 86....-End-