Dear God, I wonder can you save me?
I'm workin out in this world that you made 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 [bad word] up rep that keeps me behind a step
Always broke so I got this attitude
In my lab never fool my man, this is [bad word] Gyros and pizza, be my lunch and dinner
I know that I'm a sinner, but God help me out [bad word] I got problems that only death could solve
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, [bad word] the world, it's a mess
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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
[bad word] planet, operating strictly off sin
You ask me will I miss this joint when I pass
The world can kiss my [bad word]  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
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
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[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 [bad word] 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, [bad word] to those that wait
If you move too fast I might be going to your wake) [bad word] indeed, but I got mouths to feed
members of my family upstate in need [bad word] 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 [bad word] and just take it) [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] the world it's a mess)
Yeah aight
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