Die by Ghostwridah
Dear Lord, I hope again to get a second chance
I died just once, I�m on my second dance
I�m on my third child, my oldest one�s eleven
They say �I love my love� , so my focus is Heaven
My ambitions are gone, all I know is the struggle
Got me searching for answers, all I found is some
trouble
Keep my hand on the Bible, pray to pray all the sinner
Serving junkies for breakfast just to pay for my
dinner.
I ain�t hustle for fun, I ain�t shooting for style
I hate taking the chances just to feed all this mouths
Turn the gun to myself, I can�t take all this stress
Hold the run from the low, trust I own my kanets
I see death in my dreams, every night I�m in tears
That�s why he�s after my soul, we�ve been fighting for
years
So don�t cry when I�m gone, just know it�s God�s will
If He don�t catch me first, maybe the odds will.
If I should die
Just before my time
I won�t die, �cause I know you
Get dressed in the morning, my flag in my pocket
Momma hate that I bay, say she wished I was stopping
Just hope that I make it, help me, I�m afraid
Couple homies are dead, some got caught in the ray
What the hell I was thinking? Now I�m stuck in this
color
I end up get in your head, bust up if you get another
This ain�t how I vision, this ain�t how I was raised
Pull my heart at confession prayin�, I stay out of
grave
Carry your loaded pistol or just keep it for show
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