Male - 19 Years Old
Dear Lord, don't close the gate
Them hores we wanna horde in hordes just don't equate.
Before I hate, I'll escape to my maker
these hataz sketchy like shape ups, I'm still drawin' my fate.
The state barely threw shit, but you can catch me, scrapin' for greatness, while ****** scrappin' to save face.
faced wit' a decision to play safe
or face the face of the devil with shovels and name plates
I wanna kill em and deal wit em myself
but I'd be dead before I could reach down to those depths
and to the depth that we play deaf to the weak
but bump jams from def jam that get old in a week
I swear we weak minded, as a whole
grew up with thugs and assholes, that couldn't give a shit but they had soul
consolin' wit' tracks, people won't understand me
but hopin' for their support and prayin' that they demand me
Y'all livin' for body, i'm livin' for my mind
I clear it but my sinnin' will smear it, like wet linen on mirrors
and y'all, pay more attention to devil deeds than heed the Lord's breath and death so, what's the next step.
Oh, step on the un deserved and the under served
and hit em, you could've swerved, feel the pain you fuckin' perv'
Now pick up yo soul from where you left it.
This place got me feelin' like death is really a blessin'