| Pray for me
|
| But don’t fear for my safety
|
| The streets raised me
|
| To never let another man break me
|
| How many homiez have you lost? |
| How many lives have you took?
|
| If I take a life then save a life will god overlook
|
| 'Cause I’m a giver and a taker, gangbangin' money maker
|
| An anti-social might go postal dealin' with my anger
|
| Type of guy, take a quick look at my life and you’ll see why
|
| And you’ll realize that my thoughts of killin' people’s justified
|
| I’m surrounded by killaz with bottled feelin’s refusin' to cry
|
| The click I’m from half the homiez locked up for life or died
|
| Northside, West Twomp, Antioch that’s where it started at
|
| Young and broke killaz puttin' -n- major work with five shot starter gats
|
| Rifles were to hard to pack so cut the stock and barrel off
|
| With shotguns tucked between our nuts, to disrespect we dared ya’ll
|
| Just some teeny boppers out on missions earnin' stripes
|
| Mommaz cryin' 'cause their babies comin' home from gunfights
|
| We picked one hell of a life to lead, it seems like we fight to bleed |
| But deep down there’s a struggle don’t give up and we might succeed
|
| Pray for me
|
| But don’t fear for my safety
|
| The streets raised me
|
| To never let another man break me
|
| Although lately
|
| I can feel the call of death chase me
|
| I’ve sinned greatly
|
| Lord take me, forgive me, show mercy |