They tell me put the dope down,
and it won't hurt no more
But the only thing I really seem to understand,
They tell me keep my trigga finger easy,
Too many casualties around here,
And I can't get caught up,
preacher can you save me, save me
They said it was gonna get greater later
But now I can't help to think that it ain't
But a nigga was fed up with this life,
thinking about running over to play
Cross my wrist, every last drop till I faint
pulling smith for the thangs that I never did
Coming up as a a young kid
Trying to get rid of all the
That was shown by the other kids,
Mama and daddy can't be found
So when I'm stressed out,
All alone in my zone, with no friends
So I chose to make friends with drugs
so I got afraid and I got buzzed
Depression coming down in my mind
Dying, from sweet sticks in line
Throwed off in my my mind
Trying to wonder why do Jesus
And I'm begging you please,
Find a nigga a better way,
right about now I'm to the point
Somebody better take this
'Cause if it go too long,
and I got a piece of chrome
And I want to you to come
The monster that you've created,
look at what you did to me

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Get nowThey tell me how the liquor
But it drowns out the vision of my casket
It's either my life or your life,
Everyday haters, can't understand
The way I move my hands in ways,
'Cause I can't get caught up
Preacher can you save me, save me
Could it be the invisible, individual nigga
That got to get more bigger
But big got a hand on one hitter,
When I be sleeping on the same bench,
Living off of hot water and cheerios
Here it goes, my click back gotta roll
Nigga mom was thinking throwed
A twenty four fists apposed to those
all a nigga wanted was the good life
Live in upper class, laying back on my ass
Sipping on a ice cold glass
God damn it, I'ma do it but I had
To 'em, nine plus one that's ten
many murders would of been avoided
I just wanted a friend, feel me
cause I don't give a fuck
'cause I don't give a damn no mo'
You ain't dealing with the same
motherfucker from three years ago
knocking a patch out your hair
But it quickly, from a damn breaking,
Look at what civilization done made me
This is my era of terror,
I am the man with the gun
That admitted never to miss,
a lot of you gonna be rushing
'Cause a nigga war like this
Innocent child with a smile with
To the top, but I got a gun in your mouth
You want to respect me now,
Respected a nigga when you
Haters, been making me into a punk
and a whole lot of blood stained
Sheets, drunk a lot of beers,
When I reminisce on them years,
when I see little boys and girls
Living the life that I wanted to live
Since I really couldn't live with it
It's gonna be hard for the other
'Cause they dying, hey mama
I want my Tunker toys right now
I don't want to have to kill again
I kill 'em out, till the world is empty
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