You know, the worst part about living
is knowin` one day that you gon` have to die
In the meantime, you have to come to terms with yourself, before you die
[Jhaz]
Before I die, laid and put to rest
Before I climb the wall, before I take my last breath
May I come to know the real of it all
Face-to-face with death, discover why the toughest fall
Dog, at home alone at night
My dreams be scary, got a sista fiendin` to the daylight
And if by circumstance, somehow I end up stiff
I promise that I ain`t the only one that`s gon` end up in a ditch
To all of this, I wish I find a reason why we end up dead
So I be prayin`, dog, before I die
[Brina]
Before I flatline, carried away in a casket
I ask this question, Lord: will You be openin` the gates to the green pastures
Or will a sista fall prey to the gates of Hell?
So Brina pass times through these ghetto blues
Had to do what I had to do, really
Survival is the key, everyday tryin` dodge them toe-tags
Gotta good heart, tryin` hard to raise mine
You made room for a sista`s jumpstart
Playa haters, they hate me
Will the devil put one of those fools to work
Or will I die of natural cause?
Either way it goes, I feel the hurt, so I ask of You
Lord: keep my family strong on top of this weak game that`ll catch `em, too
I`m on streets of Hell anyday
Amen