• If i died today, and my mother died tomorrow
    Who would be responsible for all my sorrow
    My dad was and still is a crackhead from the get go
    And my brothers are more deceiving than gas prices at citgo
    I wanna cry but i cant, i'm supposed to be a thug
    My friends can't see me thanking the one above
    On a rug, with both knees down i pray
    For the day, that everything goes my way
    But nothing's perfect, am i worth it?
    If anything was do i really deserve it?
    But i dont care about love, life and death
    The only choices i got is to turn right or left
    No up or down God and the Devil hate me
    Or do they? I've killed 5 daughers and a baby
    Just kiddin, but people have done those kind of things
    If they repent can they still earn their beloved angel wings
    And all the crazy things in the world sin is incessant
    Just send me a blessin God and some hater repellant