Criminal Thoughts - Black G featuring Iron Pie, Nice One & King K of Murda Street

Like a leaf Caught in the wind he drifted a while With no purpose or direction To his life He tried to get himself together And pacify his mind And forget about the things he'd left behind A cryin' woman He left standing at his door With a two month old baby in her arms His little black book he left torn up on the floor God only knows he never meant to do her wrong A careless weekend On the other side of town Has torn the king of Oak Street's Castle down And all week long he's tried to phone her But she won't let him explain Now Sunday morning Finds him walking in the rain He sits down In a phone booth and he prays That she'll forgive him And she'll believe he's changed his ways With shaking hands He deposits his last dime And he's still praying that she won't hang up this time Then the sweetest voice He's ever heard says hello "Breakfast's almost ready baby, come on home" I've thought the whole thing over And I think I understand That the king of Oak Street is just an ordinary man I've thought the whole thing over And I think I understand That the king of Oak Street Is just an ordinary man