на каждый день

I wonder if the Lord will forgive me or bury me a I couldn't let my adversaries worry me
And every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest
And still a [bad word] stressin over death
If I could choose when a [bad word] die, figure I'd
Take a puff on the blunt, and let my trigga fly
When everyday it's another death, with every breath,
It's a constant quest, so watch yo' step!
You could be next if you want to, who do [bad word] to?
Murderin niggaz, look what [bad word] to
My memories bring me misery, and life is hard 
In the ghetto, it's insanity, I can't breath
Got me thinkin, what do [bad word] got?
Cause I done suffered so much, I'm feelin shell-shocked
And driveby's an everyday thang
I done lost too many homies to this [bad word] game
and Lord knows...