Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dear God, artist - Pop Da Brown HornetDate of issue: 27.05.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dear God |
| 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 |
| 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 |