Dear God Can You Hear Me

I'ma try this

I don't even know if this nigga even listens, man

Fuck it

Dear God can you hear me?

I spend my life between the light blue lines and loose-leafs

Split my time between impressionable minds and true beef

Spend my days up, nights up, it's too hard to sleep

Look at my face, it's not the one of someone at peace

I carry guns and I don't need to, but my mind's so fucked

I see assassins coming out of the rough

I keep my doors locked, windows shut, Js down, four pound

Waiting on some satans who may think of invading

When I do sleep, I dream about pain and unrest

About gunfights, and dumb dumbs exploding my chest

I see my boys that have died, sitting with me again

When I wake, I realize that I lost most of my friends

Will my past come back to get me?

Will them niggaz that we shot come back to wet me?

I'm paranoid, it ain't easy when your lifestyle was grimy and greasy

I'm trying to make peace with the karma of drama

God please believe me!

Every night I pray, just to see another day

I just wanna live one more day!

God I don't know your name

I don't know if you're really there or if you even care about me

I never trust but you

But seems I won't stay alive and I don't know why

I don't even know why!

Please give me a sign, dear God can you hear me?

Everyday I try to think that it'd just go away

But it would never, this mind fuckings with me to stay

Every person that I meet, could be from some passed beef

He could be reaching in his jacket for the ratchet, I'm tripping

Sometimes I even thought that I'll be better of dead

I went to doctors, they stuck rods on the side of my head

They said you're fine, doing well, set show on TVs

I said I know, but I think somebody is coming for me

If they seen what I seen, and been where I been

They know that I have committed; the evilest sins

If they knew what I knew; and had done what I done

They play the wicked knight, and they would trust no one

I got the car, girl, cribs, jewels, hatched to the max

But my brain is playing war games, I can't relax

It ain't easy when your lifestyle was grimy and greasy

Trying to make peace with the karma of drama, please believe me!

So I tried to get my life right and teach the youth

I did my basic gangbanging so I worked on the truth

I spit game to the little niggaz, all that I can

Cause they admire my style, they like the way that I am

They loved the cars, the clothes, the big wide brain

I tried to teach them about the pain, that the fast cash brings

But no matter what I say, they see the game everyday

And the richies of the ones that have the grudge to play

Get Rich or Die Trying, that's what all of them say

What can I do? (YEAH!!) I've lived my fucking life that way

I'm not Role Model, my role is too dirty to follow

Every phone calls another case of death to life

I'm trying to struggle with the paradox of wrong and right

And since I live by the gun, will I die by the night?

It ain't easy when your lifestyle was grimy and greasy

Just trying to make peace with the karma of drama, God please believe me!