| Everyday life buckles my feet so I stumble
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| Once again I dropped the ball so I guess I fumbled
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| Stallin' with the grin so my smile’s now incomplete
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| Tryin' to transform the hailstorm into a mild sleet
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| Discreet in my ways keepin' on the down low
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| Wait, let me clear my head, one, two, here we go
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| Back to the statement before, it’s at hand
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| About the need to sin, it’s in supply and demand
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| Reachin' for my neck, stranglin' my last breath
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| Hope’s in my eye, tie forgiveness to my father’s death
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| Sparks occur, shoots across the sky like a blur
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| Speaking out repentance, different feelings it might stir
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| I stay focused, my eye never leaves the prize
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| Now is the situation minute or enormous in size
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| Realize the pitfalls of having a dream then it falls
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| Who ya gonna blame, either yourself or no one at all
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| Controlled by the dirt, I learned the hard way how it hurts
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| You reap what you sow, that’s for show, now you know
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| The Grammatical Rev. on display like a safari
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| And I just wanna take this time to say I’m sorry
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| Lord forgive me, I know not what I do
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| The trials and tribs of life make me come unglued
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| Lord forgive me, what I did was wrong
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| Falling on my knees, repentance is my song
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| Lord forgive me, I know not what I do
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| The trials and tribs of life make me come unglued
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| Lord forgive me, what I did was wrong
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| Falling on my knees, repentance is my song
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| Back in the day when I was young, selling dope at the store
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| I regret the situation I was livin' in
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| Contributing genocide stupid pride
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| Had my brain insane but yet I remained to be a church going brotha
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| Undercover smuggler fattest dime juggler
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| A hustler making money and thangs
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| Everybody wanna go back but not the kid
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| From the dirt that I did, I’m running scared from the dead
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| There’s a bid on my head by the devil and friends
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| To put an end to Teron so I gotta keep strong
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| Yes I’m blessed, still I regret the fear and sweat
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| I put my mother through runnin' with the thuggish crew
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| Pop’s wasn’t there, but he was there when I needed him
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| To good lookin' out and much love for lettin' me move with you
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| To get away from it all but then I got in again
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| My sin continued to eat through
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| Before I could strike, it took a couple of close calls on life
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| To be taken for spiritual awakening
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| The talk of the town is D. C
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| And they needin' the services of a brotha nervous
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| 'Cause the life that I live is still hauntin' me and tauntin' me
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| Tantalizing to see my friends in Benzes and Beamers
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| Could it be that I made a mistake to shoot it straight?
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| Naw, 'cause I’m forgiven…
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| Lord forgive me, I know not what I do
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| The trials and tribs of life make me come unglued
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| Lord forgive me, what I did was wrong
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| Falling on my knees, repentance is my song
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| Lord forgive me, I know not what I do
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| The trials and tribs of life make me come unglued
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| Lord forgive me, what I did was wrong
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| Falling on my knees, repentance is my song
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| Lord forgive me, I know not what I do
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| The trials and tribs of life make me come unglued
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| Lord forgive me, what I did was wrong
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| Falling on my knees, repentance is my song
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| Lord forgive me, I know not what I do
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| The trials and tribs of life make me come unglued
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| Lord forgive me, what I did was wrong
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| Falling on my knees, repentance is my song |