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dear god hear me scream
im down here suffering
living hopeless and poor
and the odor of turmoil
is having me turning the other cheek
to the same shit i faced last week
dont wanna sound weak but if there is a god
why am i strugglin in this hospital bed sufferin wit needles in my head
i been shot 4 times and i see demons at my bed side
no one around relaizin they dont give a fuck
if im covered in blood or behind bars
tell me is my life played out like a vcr
that i can hear the devil say i know where u r
i wanna change but each way i go i seem to still make crime flow
its already another christmas i feel no religious
im hungry and until my belly full i might ask 4 4giveness
(hook2x)
livin my life bustin hopin im lucky
i leave tha scene wounded and bloody
is it luck or am i fucked?
half dead and mindless my thoughts is tymeless
it feels like pac's in my head shoutin i need to get paid 4 this
tell me heaven or hell?
my feet hurt my sweat burns my eyes
i been strugglin all my life
i picture myself six feet in the earth
i tell my girl is this all my lifes worth?
then my glock responded and said let me show u what im worth
endin my foes and enemies spraweled all over the earth
until i jam by ur side is where i am
tucked in ur waistline lookin at ur dick like u fuckin me wit a clip
until u die im ur bitch and every mutha fucka gets to keep their mouth shut
no rainbows no smiles im hearin guns speakin war cries
quiet as i close my eyes loadin guns visualizin everyone dying
its thug life and someones bout 2 die 2nite dont wanna see a jail cell
so i chose 2 kill then i heard 2 shots and im facin the ceiling wit needles stickin out my fuckin head
im down here suffering
living hopeless and poor
and the odor of turmoil
is having me turning the other cheek
to the same shit i faced last week
dont wanna sound weak but if there is a god
why am i strugglin in this hospital bed sufferin wit needles in my head
i been shot 4 times and i see demons at my bed side
no one around relaizin they dont give a fuck
if im covered in blood or behind bars
tell me is my life played out like a vcr
that i can hear the devil say i know where u r
i wanna change but each way i go i seem to still make crime flow
its already another christmas i feel no religious
im hungry and until my belly full i might ask 4 4giveness
(hook2x)
livin my life bustin hopin im lucky
i leave tha scene wounded and bloody
is it luck or am i fucked?
half dead and mindless my thoughts is tymeless
it feels like pac's in my head shoutin i need to get paid 4 this
tell me heaven or hell?
my feet hurt my sweat burns my eyes
i been strugglin all my life
i picture myself six feet in the earth
i tell my girl is this all my lifes worth?
then my glock responded and said let me show u what im worth
endin my foes and enemies spraweled all over the earth
until i jam by ur side is where i am
tucked in ur waistline lookin at ur dick like u fuckin me wit a clip
until u die im ur bitch and every mutha fucka gets to keep their mouth shut
no rainbows no smiles im hearin guns speakin war cries
quiet as i close my eyes loadin guns visualizin everyone dying
its thug life and someones bout 2 die 2nite dont wanna see a jail cell
so i chose 2 kill then i heard 2 shots and im facin the ceiling wit needles stickin out my fuckin head