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