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[Z-Ro]

No more letters to the President, this one is to Jehovah

What was born into the world as a Christian, now becomes a soldier

I'm pimping a pen from living in sin, so niggaz like my song

Chef Ro-V up in the kitchen, so these cluckers like my stones

Mo City Texas that's my home, but I'm known to be a loner

Never no witness to this crime, when I'm creeping the fuck up on you

1 by 1 and a cigarette, maybe Newport shorts and a box of possibly Kool

Just a nigga do anything to get paid, they say I'm a god damn fool

I conversate with mama, but she can't answer me back

I'm in a world one deep missing that lady, cause that cancer did that

It got a nigga looking for a wife, but most of these hoes be living shife

Wait till a nigga get paid then get leid, and try to take a nigga life

I just can't take no more my heart is broke, and it got too many cracks

Any woman I love don't need a pistol, cause she be killing me with that

So look into my eyes, and please tell me what you see

Will they open the pearly gates for me, I wanna be free


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I wonder if the sun shines, on the other side

Cause I bet my mama, ain't seen a rainy day since she died

And maybe being gone, ain't all that bad

It's gotta be better than wasting time, with a pen and a pad


[Z-Ro]

Living in poverty, ain't part of the plan

So I'm on the corner, hustling with work in my hand

I know my mama, wouldn't approve of my lifestyle

But see I must get it the way I live, and that's right now

My nigga my credit's fucked up, so I can't put nothing in my name

Let alone I'm having hard times, maintaining some change

I'm so familiar with anger, smoking B can't even stop the pain

I walk assured, God please stop the rain

While I'm fiending for heaven, seem like hell is what I'm living

For my destiny's to die, or forever walk the prison floor

How can I be a man, 24 with no home

I'm putting the piece to your dome, and leaving it like the ozone

A cold cold world, that we living in

Killas'll take your life, and it ain't gotta be about no divid-ends

Forgive me for my sins, I'm just trying to make it

Trying to keep my pistol from my head, cause I just can't take it


[Hook - 2x]


[Z-Ro]

I wonder if the Lord, is gonna show me some compassion

Or will I be victim to motherfuckers, when they blasting

Having flashbacks of '94, with bullets to the back

Cause my homies left me lonely, now my partna is my strap

Living everyday like it's my last one, so I'm tripping

Keep my finger on the trigga nigga, everytime I'm flipping

I don't wanna be another face, on a T-shirt

So when motherfuckers bring the drama, me and Nina burst

Know I need to be in church, but I'm trapped out on the block

Pumping rock after rock, God please make it stop

I'm a victim of the struggle, trying to make my life easy

But it ain't what I expected, it's hectic it's sleezy

I'm on my knees daily, asking God to stop the pain

Dealing with all this damn strain, see my pistol see my brain

About to take my final stand, I'm a man in his own mind

Steady hurting, but I hope I heal in time


[Hook - 2x]