My Mama always told me that I was a product of the devil.

Because something deep inside me made me wanna be a rebel.

I never really wanted to die, but now it's like why live.

Tears from my eyes is there a Heaven, does God exist.

And if so, will the gates be open to a soldier like me?

Or am I damned to hell because of the colder side of me?

Dear Lord, Do you hear my prayers at night?

Do I have the strength to fight?

Or should I just take my life?

I'm not scared to die, but I'm scared of where death'll lead me.

Living a life of lies, "On my word" but I don't believe me.

They started digging my grave a few months before I was born.

Making preperations so the whole world could mourn.

I was born to die, destined to fuck things up be fore I go.

Waiting for time to take its toll

A million in cash to sell my soul.

To die means death, and death means defeat.

I don't want to be another victim claimed by these streets.

These is rowdy times

police tape and chalk outlines

no clues and no signs

leads to unsolved crimes

and inner city justice

an eye for an eye

our own mothers don't trust us

because we was born to die

Here lies the keys to my insanity

Money, Lust and vanity

what about the pain handed me?

From the Heavens damning me.

Looking back I'd do this again.

Even those stretches I did in the pen.

I was a loser born to win.

So I chose not to give in.

I was underestimated

So I chose to be self educated

them off brands hate it

because this gangster turned scholar made it

Never mind the hell I've been through, or the pain I've endured.

Is it true? Is the pen truly mightier than the sword?

Because I see Armageddon.

Before I see my own weddin'.

I don't even know where I'm Headin'

Probably hell before Heaven.

Holy water and crucifixes

Can't stop this curse of boils and blisters

It's really probably senseless

because the rapture had already missed us

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Hated instead of admired.

I can already feel hell fire

I'm a sinner and born liar

Why a peasant and not a king?

Why do I dream all these schemes I dream?

Why do I wash but never clean?

This is my truth... What a hellava thing

I suffer a daily torment so agonizing that I can barely breathe. Each breath ignites my lungs into a fire of longing so profound, that the heat of which ravages the wilderness of my soul. Everything that is me, burns for everything that is you.

The memory of us stubbornly smolders, it refuses to burn out. It desperately grasps for just a spark. Hopeful that the flame of us will explode into a wildfire that rages with such intensity that astronomers from distant galaxies will view in awe, adjust their telescopes, and debate amongst themselves the magnitude of our supernova.

Sexy Mama, to quench your thirst... I would fetch the very tears that drenched the grass of Eden, after God discovered man's first sin. Mix them with the freshest snow from the peaks of Kilmanjaro and serve this drink to you in the holy grail of Christ. You are worth the impossible.

Blinded by my perfect vision,

of greed and criminal wisdom.

Many chances given,

I thank the Lord that I'm still livin'.

Today, but tonight be my last one on earth.

Tell me, Mr Mirror, what do you consider a mans life worth?

A little bit of Jewelry,

a few dollars maybe some new sneakers?

Or some "donk" on a ride with them boomin' speakers?

It aint no coincidence that money is the same color as envy.

How is there money in his pocket,

but mine is empty?

I'm looking for work, but the "position has been filled".

How do you tell an employer,

that you used t rob and steal?

There aint no food in my house,

all my cabinets are bare.

Can't borrow money from family,

because there aint a penny to spare.

But there's a victim,

Lord why'd it have to be this way?

I put the gun to his head,

it aint personal... I got bills to pay.

In and out the pen,

but this the life I chose.

Nobody knows,

my troubles,

sorrows or my pain exposed.

It shows,

my highs and my lows.

That my friends are really foes,

or stuffing coke up their nose;

but that's how my story goes.

My family says this and that,

I try to get out but I'm trapped.

I say I'm never going back.

But it seems I'm on the same path.

I hurt because of it,

maybe it's the game that I covet.

I'm addicted to this life...

or maybe I love it.

Either way it's killing me

I can't believe these cards,

that life keeps on dealing me.

I'd turn my life over to Christ,

if only I believed in him.

This liquor has got my head spinnin'...

Is that the devil grinin'?

I look at myself in the mirror,

and I hate what I see.

if only I could be a Gee,

or anything but me.

Lord help me escape this reality,

but nah...

I've been plagued by this curse of mortality.

Death couldve only been so nice.

Creeping on them late nights.

Take my chances roll the dice.

With luck I can roll them twice.

But nah...

I won't see a third time.

I won't see the sun shine.

Because it seems,

death is the only place I can get mine.