text: Heres to you...
  You have gone through struggles, suffering..
  This one goes out to everybody in the world, but especially on the street level
  Because I know where you comin from and some of the things you do, I can understand
  So through all your travels, Im wishing you a peaceful journey
  What is a friend for? Through rich and through poor
  Kinda like a marriage balanced on a differnet floor
  A friend could tell you things that he wouldnt tell another
  So in essence, a friend could be considered a brother
  You laugh and you play a lot, you talk and you say a lot
  But when its time to feel the pain, you cry and you pray a lot
  Im talkin about you, you who have the time
  A time to be my friend when no one else would be mine
  Problems were nothing because I had my man to share them with
  Hills were nothing neither, cause I had my man to climb em with
  Im really proud to say that I truly really knew you good
  And oh, Gods blessing from the entire neighborhood
  And as the days drift, drift into the future
  I laugh a little louder at the times that I was witcha
  This ones for you and I truly hope you hear me
  And through all your travels, Im wishing you a peaceful journey
   
  Yourrrrrrrre on my miiiiiiiiiiiind 
  And I wish you a peaceful journey 
  Brother I hope you hear me
  In the corner, sits the little girl in tears
  The shadow of a man overwhelms her fears
  Mommy, mommy, NO!, the words of a battered child
  The wicked, wicked mommy has the sticks swingin buckwild
  Mister, mister, do you have a dime?
  See, Im hungry and Id rather be a begger than do crime
  Sure - heres your dime, go make a big ten bucks
  Now sneak around the corner, get your joints and go beat him up
  A kid on the streets, doesnt want to be beat
  So he hangs on the block til his pop fall asleep
  Missing kids on the milk carton
  A lunatic kills kids for kicks and gets pardoned
  Baby girls run away from home, huh
  And two months later, theyre stars on child porn
  Tracks on the arms of a minor
  Suzie ran too, but shell be dead when they find her
  Kids on the street movin drugs, the thugs growin up fast
  Wouldnt stop when one gets plunged
  Junior stole a Benz with his friends
  But got caught, now hes doin time with twenties and tens
  For the rest of his life, he learns to lean on the wall
  And prays for the day when his number is called
  This one if for you and I truly hope you heard me
  Through all your travels, Im wishing you a peaceful journey
  Pardon me, mister warden, Im askin for a pass
  To come for some of my brothers who made mistakes in the pass
  Its really not their fault, you see - times are HARD
  And it was probably difficult for my man to find a job
  Before he was forced, forced to make a living
  By lying, stealing, and eventually killing
  No one was born bad, were all Gods Kids
  So whos to really blame for the wrong that he did?
  And speakin about the law, what are they for?
  To beat us with a stick face down on the floor?
  You preach and you preach that you want crime to stop
  If you want crime to stop, stop hiring crooked cops
  So hear me brother man, hear my plea!
  If you want success all you gotta do is suc-ceed
  Love, life, pain, death
  What else is left on the travels of lifes steps?
  In life, we lose, get bumped and bruised
  The road you choose not necessarily a cruise
  You giggle for joy, shed a tear for pain
  Theres a lot to lose, and a lot to gain
  Though when you walk on the streets, try to walk on street smarts
  When you see your man down, try to have a little heart
  This one if for you and I truly hope you heard me
  Through all your travels, Im wishing you a peaceful journey
  Yeah, youre on my mind...
  Peace...
  Hear me now brother
  Stop your killing, stop your killing
  Stop your stealing, stop your stealing
  Stop your killing, stop your killing
  Stop your killiiiii-ehhhhh-eeeeaaasah...
  Huurrrrrrrr.....WHOO!
  Take my hand, take my hand
  If you need somebody, you can trust on ME!
  Ha, you can lean on me
  Yes, you can errrr-aaaaahh-yaaahyaah...