Sam

[Verse 1]

Yeah, everyday I see the old man

On the block with some Night Train in his hand

His name is Sam

I'm sure back in the days he had plans

Like any other person who choose to dream

He got that, seventies lean

And though he's an alcoholic he stays clean

Neighborhood niggas we look out

Especially, during summer time when we cook out

Brown bag from the liquor store so he can sip on

I never tell him get lost

Treat the elders with respect when you come across

Never judge a book by the damage that you see on the cover

On the outside, 'cause inside explains a man's outline

Relationship's about ties

True bond not true lies

So me and old dude talk, one on one

He drop jewels while I listen

Came a time he said "survival is a black man's mission"

Took an account on his life who he became was his decision

Saying long ago he was a rich nigga

Prominent in circles that dealt with honor and virtue