why is it that people continue to talk shit
as if im untouchable and can't feel all the hits
my heart achs and splits starts then just quits
squizing out my life like the clamps of tit
perhaps we can sit. down and just talk
nomore about hatred death and discusting remarks
more running of the tounge will have your face lined in chalk
soon to get jacked like the hoes that i stalk the bros that i fought
quick to learn lessons like when kobe was caught
like shaggy it wasn't me shaq deazles at fault
trying to jack payment for the cloths i bought
every day is like a step in the past
wishing that every footprint would just last
the rain washes it away almost as fast
as it's put in the crevace and you ask y i stress this
everyone achs for it's the young and the restless
the olds on the guestlist getting in heven is one of the best wish
i ment this gods judgement shall come
finding our last day in earth has just come
sence birth ive been strumd like a string guitar
2 steps foward but 3 steps two far
stop spending your money leave the drinks in the bar
my time here is short but my words shall stretch long
if loving god an't write the i won't to be wrong
i won't to sing songs and embrace all his pain
to let everyone know that he didn't die in vain
his advasaries slain as he drip blood from the cross
without our savier on earth the world would be lost
so heid my word and follow all my scripture's
still asking how can we believe in just words and some pictures
listen close to your conciance so you don't miss a whisper
guts tangled in crosses like the game played in twister
how much that i miss her or shall it be a him
the internity in heaven with out god would be slim
the lights would fade dim the sacrfice is made ficial
while brothers in the streets grabbing ak's and pistols
theaving for cristal rob people for cloths and bills
we all have a choice thats given we call it freewill
i sit back like an ice cube in the frizer and chill
like christipher reves i sat back and stood still
life will go on no matter the weather it's better
to sit down and consentrate on old letters
as our thought float around like the fate of a feather