Dear God, I wonder can you save me?

I'm workin out in this world that you made G

Homicide rapes and robberies

When it happens in my neighborhood police they look for me

I'm the prime suspect in the projects

I got this fucked up rep that keeps me behind a step

Always broke so I got this attitude

In my lab never fool my man, this is crazy rude

Gyros and pizza, be my lunch and dinner

I know that I'm a sinner, but God help me out nigga

I got problems that only death could solve

A high school drop out, and my GED won't get me no job

My family be callin me a loser

Moms she's a boozer, got me livin life with no future

The only thing that keeps me strivin is rhymin and uhh

Bump N Grindin besides that I feel like dying

Word to my peoples in the essence

I send my blessings

I know you gone, but it might be for the best

Cuz life is full of stress

and the projects you won't progress

God, fuck the world, it's a mess



Chorus: Pop Da Brown Hornet



Dear, God, as I look into the sky

I pray to you, and I, wonder why

I wonder why things be the way they are

So until then I pray for that it ends tomorr



Verse Two: Shyheim



I'm in another world lookin from the outside in

A corrupt planet, operating strictly off sin

You ask me will I miss this joint when I pass

The world can kiss my ass, I'm staring at the hour glass

Every day lived, is a step towards death

It's not til you're dead that your bodies at rest

A funeral should be a celebration, everyone embracin

This song'll be my dedication, unto

the Two Cent S, my cousin Duana, and Case

Rest in peace no-one can ever take your place

The pain is eternal

No-one to turn to when I sit and think about you

No longer in the physical, dealing with your spiritual essence

You're gone but we still feel your presence

Nothing can bring you back, black

Still and all it's just a fact that you gone

Dive I intox on the bar, a dagger in the heart

For every lifeforce that gets a brand new start

It's the harsh reality you're forced to deal with

Another family hit crawling in a endless pit

of sorrow, no-one's promised tomorrow



Chorus 2X



Verse Three: Shyheim



(It seems like the good times vs the bad times)

Yo I barely go to school cuz crime be on my mind

Fuck local hits to leakers that's all in the past

and I'm livin for the future gotta make the great cash

(Slow down shorty, goodness come to those that wait

 If you move too fast I might be going to your wake)

True indeed, but I got mouths to feed

members of my family upstate in need for commisary

And if you stressin me, gettin the, best of me

So it seems like life is my worst enemy

(Don't let it get to you, Shy

 Life is what you make it, you can't escape it

 play you like a bitch and just take it)

Hell no, cuz when I'm goin, I'm goin out with style

With two macs going to war with the other side of town

Ain't nuttin sweet about me, Pop let them niggaz know

I'm countin blood money, cuz I'm a thug honey

I use the world as my zoo, I ain't no fuckin dummy

I'm street smart, I tear a college grad apart

(I gets amped when I think about the slave camps

 I feel the pain, use a Tec-9 to brake away the chain)

Yo calm down big fella everything gonna be aight

Go lookin for them blues you got a nigga wanna do right

(Don't sweat it,just play the game of life at your best

 life is full of stress and in the projects you won't progress

 Shy fuck the world it's a mess)

Yeah aight



Chorus 2X