Pray to god one more time Before you hear the bells chime You searched for salvation, but entered damnation Trapped by the claws of death, you die for your god
we fry Watch us all stand in line For a slice of the devil's pie Drugs and thugs womeN wine Three or four at a time Watch them stand all in line For a
level. stay ready to dig a grave keep a gun and a shovel. ? saw me in tha rear view now you wonderin where i went. ima get you if i owe you visit your
gotta go get it, cause I got an appetite Down to run up in your residence, and blast on sight It's for the paper it's for the bread, it's for the feddy
community is out control Even in the suburbs, brains get blown They blame rap, for the murder rate But people go to the movies, and see murder for seven
my praises to God, one verse is like a full choir My every thought is pain, strain and stressing me to death Everyday is like a rehearsal, that's prepping me for
thinking the court of law gon resolve it If my brother Dinkie was here, I swear to God he would bomb it Rest in peace to my niggas, that we lost in the field For
fold Want to jack me when I'm through and do my niggas for life It's deja vue for me to be face to face with triggers tonight I know your bad movs are
situation is seven everybody else can move around Look at your friends and your friends peeping, they burn bridges In they household, come into your home and try to repeat it Got you looking at your
the danger And I know you said you would strike down apon the With great vengeance and curious anger But don't attempt to poison your brother Was it nothing but the word of God
man's idol (tank dogs) Who shall save the white man's idol (your soul) Who shall save the white man's idol (God) (talking) Who gone save your ass when
please Heaven open up your doors I wanna live my life, my life but my life is coming to a close that's why I pray to my God - my God give me strength
one. I've been digging this grave long enough I've been hung up on your smile. But if I lift my head up high enough: I can see for miles and miles.
take you away, from me It's hard for me to tell you I love you As I'm standing over your grave And I know I'll never hear your voice again Why did you
fallen soldiers That's in the cemetaries buried Never got to see they dreams For everything I touch you touch For every step I take you take For every
You think God had a plan for me? But he won't be layin' up in my casket or doin' life in the can for me, Maybe I'm brazen or paranoid than a bitch, Me
Black Cotton Black Cotton- A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Robbin' Black Cotton in God's
