Dear god, I wonder can you save me?
Im workin out in this world that you made g
Homicide rapes and robberies
When it happens in my neighborhood police they look for me
Im the prime suspect in the projects
I got this fucked up rep that keeps me behind a step
Always broke so I got this attitude
In my lab never fool my man, this is crazy rude
Gyros and pizza, be my lunch and dinner
I know that Im a sinner, but God help me out nigga
I got problems that only death could solve
A high school drop out, and my ged wont get me no job
My family be callin me a loser
Moms shes a boozer, got me livin life with no future
The only thing that keeps me strivin is rhymin and uhh
Bump n grindin besides that I feel like dying
Word to my peoples in the essence
I send my blessings
I know you gone, but it might be for the best
Cuz life is full of stress
And the projects you wont progress
God, fuck the world, its a mess
Chorus: pop da brown hornet
Dear, god, as I look into the sky
I pray to you, and i, wonder why
I wonder why things be the way they are
So until then I pray for that it ends tomorr
Verse two: shyheim
Im in another world lookin from the outside in
A corrupt planet, operating strictly off sin
You ask me will I miss this joint when I pass
The world can kiss my ass, Im staring at the hour glass
Every day lived, is a step towards death
Its not til youre dead that your bodies at rest
A funeral should be a celebration, everyone embracin
This songll be my dedication, unto
The two cent s, my cousin duana, and case
Rest in peace no-one can ever take your place
The pain is eternal
No-one to turn to when I sit and think about you
No longer in the physical, dealing with your spiritual essence
Youre gone but we still feel your presence
Nothing can bring you back, black
Still and all its just a fact that you gone
Dive I intox on the bar, a dagger in the heart
For every lifeforce that gets a brand new start
Its the harsh reality youre forced to deal with
Another family hit crawling in a endless pit
Of sorrow, no-ones promised tomorrow
Chorus 2x
Verse three: shyheim
(it seems like the good times vs the bad times)
Yo I barely go to school cuz crime be on my mind
Fuck local hits to leakers thats all in the past
And Im livin for the future gotta make the great cash
(slow down shorty, goodness come to those that wait
If you move too fast I might be going to your wake)
True indeed, but I got mouths to feed
Members of my family upstate in need for commisary
And if you stressin me, gettin the, best of me
So it seems like life is my worst enemy
(dont let it get to you, shy
Life is what you make it, you cant escape it
Play you like a bitch and just take it)
Hell no, cuz when Im goin, Im goin out with style
With two macs going to war with the other side of town
Aint nuttin sweet about me, pop let them niggaz know
Im countin blood money, cuz Im a thug honey
I use the world as my zoo, I aint no fuckin dummy
Im street smart, I tear a college grad apart
(I gets amped when I think about the slave camps
I feel the pain, use a tec-9 to brake away the chain)
Yo calm down big fella everything gonna be aight
Go lookin for them blues you got a nigga wanna do right
(dont sweat it,just play the game of life at your best
Life is full of stress and in the projects you wont progress
Shy fuck the world its a mess)
Yeah aight
Chorus 2x
