It's 3 in the mornin

I'm frightened, awakened by the sound of the door bell

thoughts goin through my mind

It's pitch black my eyes are blind

so I'm gettin up to see whats happ'nin

I'm hearin voices, I'm creepin slowly just in case they gets to cappin

I walk obviously to the door

next thing I know these fools jumpin outta bushes got me face down on the floor

now I'm gettin hit, kicked and pistol whipped

And the only thing I see now is all this blood flyin in my spit

oh my God, theyre tryin to kill the T

And worse than that is that all these G's was smoked down on PCP

they threw me in my bath tub where I lie in blood

these homies must be thinkin I live the life of a thug

they full of hate, beatin me with pipes and weights

And I'm lookin for a way out but there seems that there's no escape

Dear God, I'm wonderin can You save me

but maybe I should die because this world got me goin crazy

now what am I to do?, I'm sad and confused

I'm thinkin about my family, friends and my baby Boo too

jyeah, tears run down my eyes as I start to cry

And I'm wonderin to myself "why do the good always have to die??"



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Tomorrow's not promised to me or to you

Death is knockin at your door what you gonna do?

Tomorrow's not promised to me or to you

Death is knockin at your door what you gonna do?



man, they fixin to kill me

theyre trippin and pullin me out of my bath tub

draggin me through my house

hollerin cause I'm gettin socked in the mouth

theyre stealin my possesions, gappin every thing I owns

took my VCR and got away with 4,000 bones

(I'm outside) they got me at gun point, tryin to deck my ride

And God knows if I try to run itll only be suicide

so I betta stay, but they still gone try to pull my cork

so I better think fast cause if God don't bless I can't let down my guard

I'm prayin to God some body would call (one time)

but nobody called (one time), so I'm stuck in the midst of this crime

hes cursin at me askin me what my combination be

And if I don't tell him, homie I know better, cause this be Killer Cali

(so I told him) lock number 8-3-11

It's a 2-11 but don't wanna end up in a 187

I'm 21 but will I live to see 22

And witness the birth of the Organized Rhyme Crew ??



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(oh no) here comes their homies in a van rollin 12 deep

And I'm thinkin to myself "how much longer will I be gettin beat?"

the man behind me shouts out "ese I'm killin em"

thats when I finally came to my senses and said "im stealin em"

I socked a man in his grill then I watched him drop

to the pavement, I had to run or I knew that id be gettin popped

so now they on the chase hunt tryin to capture me

hopin to leave me dead like K from Menace II Society

now I'm finally realizin that its true

when God said "TOMORROW'S NOT PROMISED TO YOU"



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