• We never really try to compromise
    We never seem to realize that
    In between those two coke lines
    Is the blood of someone dieing
    Is the blood sweat tears and heart
    Of someone trying to come up
    With two guns up screaming
    Give me the money or see
    Whats up in heaven
    Wasnt a 12 gage it was
    11 and a dead man shot
    And killed at exactly 7
    All because we couldnt
    Compromise between
    Those two coke lines
    Taken in the nasal
    Traveled to the naval
    A women in Naples
    Over dosed and killed two
    So what tupac said was true
    Brenda had a baby but the lines
    Were more important so she kept
    Snortin up those coke lines and
    Now her and her baby are threw
    All of this nonfiction lifes a book
    But its true all because we couldnt
    Compromise a women and her unborn
    Dies and the family never realized the
    Untold lies behind brendas eyes until
    She dies and everyone crys all because
    We couldnt compromise and yet the
    Hardest thing to do is let go as we all
    Stand by watching lifes media show
    Its impossible to say goodbye asking
    Why oh why between those lines
    Now here lies the Catastrophy
    Drug dealer askin why are you mad at me
    You were her family and support were
    Were you putting all this blame on one
    Dude I mean honestly I know that it was
    Wrong of me but I gotta live to need money
    For cloths and shoes and food and water
    I cant think about her I got my own daughter
    Thats right Im a drug dealer last Im a born
    Father doing what i got to do to survive
    At least I got a sense of family so again
    Ask your self why are you mad at me
    The real tragedy is that yall werent
    There to stop her and save the baby
    Leaving you all with the dreaded maybe
    How you let her do suicide and wonder why
    She had no backing no structure and its
    Sad because she would have been a
    Wonderful mother I would know
    I knew her and ever freaking favor
    She needed Id do her but screw her
    My family comes first and its sad to see
    That in her life there was no type of
    Anatomy of family it had to be the fact
    That you never made time and listened
    To her voice she had sick rymes but
    She spent them on the corner and only
    Making dimes while mimes got more
    Just petting you on the shoulder
    I told her take your pistole out the holster
    And blast'em all away violence never the
    Answer so they say but ther say never
    Say never its so contridicting its like
    There is no winning only losing and
    Suffer she will be remebered just another
    Druggy a dead mother no sisters or brothers
    Were was the father and the mother no
    Other is responsable and maybe when she
    Asked questions you should have gave her
    A response thats all so dont look at me
    Look at ya selves theres the true tragedy
    All because we couldnt compromise
    Two familys broken up and gone
    A father in jail;A mother and child gone
    Family askin were did we go wrong
    All because we couldnt Compromise.