Dear God

Dear God, I wonder can you save me?
I'm workin out in this world that you made G
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 fucked up rep that keeps me behind a step
Always broke so I got this attitude
In my lab never fool my man, this is crazy rude
Gyros and pizza, be my lunch and dinner
I know that I'm a sinner, but God help me out nigga
I got problems that only death could solve
A 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, fuck the world, it's a mess

Chorus: Pop Da Brown Hornet

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
A corrupt planet, operating strictly off sin
You ask me will I miss this joint when I pass
The world can kiss my ass, 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
A 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

Chorus 2X

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
Fuck 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, goodness come to those that wait
If you move too fast I might be going to your wake)
True indeed, but I got mouths to feed