| Now I lay me down to sleep
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| I pray the Lord my soul to keep
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| Thy angels watch me through the night
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| Till I wake to morning’s light
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| Amen
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| Him and his wife stuck together for the kids right?
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| But the situation’s left hand dap, it ain’t right
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| They argue and pick fights, noon to midnight
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| Hopefully these verbal exchanges don’t lead to fist fights
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| He says to himself he want to get this right
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| But the voice in his head is softer than Brian McKnight’s
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| He wanna max well, that failed in spite
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| Of a gallant effort and a plethora of insight, which might
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| Be the reason he ain’t slept in 6 nights
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| Now a bottle of brown liquor is his vice
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| Things continue to go wrong with Miss Right
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| Damn, this ain’t what he had planned… for his life
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| Stares deep into the mirror and dislikes
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| The man staring back at him now he wish life
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| Would just come to an end, he should think twice
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| No turning back when that last breath leave you windpipe
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| The Devil’s a lie and he will entice you
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| When you feel real low and your shit’s tight too
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| Your fire and desire becomes a dim light
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| Now each day he pray something that’ll ignite
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| And spark his soul once again despite
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| The recent challenges he’s facing are a bit trife
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| Meanwhile he sending better days am invite
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| So close to the edge, soon to be in-flight. |
| Hold on!
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| He’s on the verge
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| And it seems that she’s on the verge
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| And it seems that we on the verge
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| Then we’re so close to the edge
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| Sometimes I even feel like it’s easier to exit
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| And I understand why so many brothers jetted
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| When life’s hell hard to tell when you’re blessed
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| Can’t have a testimony until you’re tested
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| And for me and my siblings who are a sextet
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| We’ve received death threats even been molested
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| Running most of our lives ain’t get to rest yet
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| Like us beating the odds is our best bet
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| And as a teen almost got a youngin pregnant
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| Livin' fast chasin' that ass unprotected
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| Lame trying to get in the game with no helmet
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| Fool trying to be cool and smoother than velvet
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| It was suggested that I go get tested
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| Thankfully, I’m negative that’s what the test said
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| Attitude’s positive the opposite of wretched
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| Cut off what’s killing me like Grand Daddy left leg
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| What the Blood clot?! |
| Family ties with red thread
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| Bloodline hold me together whenever faced by the dreaded
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| Man this wicked world is so infested
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| With roaches and rats, suckers with gats dead set
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| On leaving bullets embedded in your head set
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| This the main world I known since I used to bed wet
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| Up’s where we’re headed
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| Give a brother credit
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| I maintain and ain’t fall of the edge yet
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| Give thanks |