Open up your lungs, and heal my soul, I ain't gonna rhyme about how I done fought the million hole,
That was in my past since six when I did not control, I just did what I was shown,
Sold my innocence and my soul, To buy these drugs and guns and roam these places where I roam,
Skipping class and boarding home, Writing rhymes and swinging stone,
I went from buying J's to busting K's and ducking strays,
My mama word got me sick, I'm coming home with felling graves,
Made enough money to pay her rent and buy us Christmas bites,
Just some niggas from the ghetto that ain't living right,
Addicted to the block, we be out that bitch day and night,
My daddy wasn't never home when we hung up our Christmas lights,
God send me an angel boy, I'm gonna need Dr. Quinn,
She the only one that can pray Satan off my back again,
Standing at the gates of heaven, God didn't let me in,
Fuck it, I'mma kill Satan cause he promised me advance,
Started my revolution, feel like Martin Luther,
Speaking on behalf of them unemployed shooters,
Hell we all got rights so why we can't protect our life,
In here walking lit, 30 ,000 worth of ice,
Ain't been to the hood lately,
Niggas driving crazy, plus that bitch he used to fuck her brother,
Them been plotting lately,
Typical problems niggas in my hood will go through,
Bye for the choppers and get the niggas that they close to,
Just in case them unidentified cars approach you,
Shooting for your life and don't blame you, hell you supposed to,
Fuck these college bitches, keep them out, we past their curfew,
Bout to stay the same, unlike the sperm donor that birthed you,
Talking out of turn the shit, I'm talking to myself,
Ain't no excuse for what I do and shit, I gotta get some help,
Tried to read the bible, it was Braille,
The devil got me trapped in hell,
Please god save me cause I hate the way these bodies smell,
